Northstar Vale the house was awake, the shadows and monster

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This pack was unlike the many others he had tried to mesh himself in to. They weren't a family. They did not need him as desperately, for each wolf among them was strong on their own. Together they had formed this collection of self-sufficient entities that need not rely on any others — yet they thrived when they supported one another. It was a strange thing to Tryphon, who had always felt like the outcast, the one that did not belong, the odd duck. Those feelings had not totally left him but with each passing day, each shared moment with the ever-present group, and each second utilized to protect Saena, he felt more and more at-ease with everything.

So when he saw a figure he only vaguely recognized branch off from the group, his interest was mildly transfixed. 

Tryphon had spent most of his morning making sure Saena (and the copper girl Indra, who was never far from her side) had been cared for, and then sought out Dagfinn for some light-hearted wrestling; he was breathing heavily and still feeling pumped with adrenaline when they broke apart, and so when he spotted the wolf in the distance, he was feeling bold enough to investigate. Without thought, the boy's body lifted from its lethargic, head-hanging, Eeyore-esque sag and took on a natural confidence; Tryphon wasn't aware of it, but he was boasting the posture of a leader, or someone close to it. His tail had flagged out behind him and his head was up, face alert and ears pivoted forwards expectantly.

When he saw the wolf grappling with something down by its paws, the boy came up eagerly to his flank, and as he loomed, he absent-mindedly rumbled a tone that would've made even Warbone proud. He could smell food and having tussled with Dagfinn, Tryphon was hungry — it was only right he call dibs, even if it was subconcious.


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