Northstar Vale eclipse

For anyone! (The shadow could be a bird or something spreading its wings)

They'd been living together for some time now - a week, maybe two, maybe longer - but Tryphon was no closer to any of the wolves in his new family. It was his own fault, really. The boy had kept to himself since the bulk of the pack had become acquainted with one another; even now, having grown accustomed to the perpetual presence of others only a few minutes away in either direction, Tryphon was alone. He could have easily sought out the company of one of his fellow wolves — Saena, Warbone, Dagfinn, the new girl Minna — yet instead he had followed his nose away, and only looked up from his wandering when he found himself cloaked in a chilled darkness, no doubt afforded to him by a ridge of old trees nearby. The shadows stretched out across the meadow as if reaching for him, and he stood just at the edge staring through the fringe of obscurity. Not once did Tryphon think to look behind him for support, or around him. Not even when something rustled in the treetops, and the shadow grew distorted and immense around him.