Northstar Vale eclipse

The bird's wings were obscured, but their cast shadow painted a great swatch of gray across the snow. The light was briefly interrupted from hitting Tryphon's gaze, and once it resumed he squinted and looked away. This was timed precisely to the approach of the other male. A part of Tryphon willed him to move out of the way, to be inconspicious, but he was cemented to his spot upon the snow instead.

The man's question was met with silence. He didn't really have an adequate answer, not when there were things he should've been doing. Tryphon was a subordinate caught out in the open by a superior with no plan of action, no purpose. If the entire pack was looking out for Saena — hunting for her, caring for her injuries — then who was keeping the pack safe? The boy started to shrug but then stopped, caught for a moment by the bird as it soared overhead, and then murmured, Adapting.