Northstar Vale macaroni art

Sounds good!

As Tryphon spat some fresh feathers out of his mouth and watched them fall to the wet ground below, he felt the adrenaline begin to fade, and with it went his happiness. He was heartbroken. Maybe if he'd been clear about his lack of practice things would have been different? Or maybe they could've tried for something else. As things stood now, Tryphon was quite distracted by this failure. 

Dagfinn didn't seem to phased, but maybe that was just his way of coping with the loss of the turkeys. Maybe he just didn't want Tryphon to feel bad? That made him feel worse; and on and on his thoughts went, digging a proverbial hole for him to crawl in to. With a murmured response to the other boy's comments, Tryphon turned away from the piles of feathers and began to pace back through the territory. He wasn't so happy to be hunting now, but would try again later at the first opportunity — he needed to be better than this.