Northstar Vale super~moon syzygy

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It was late in the evening. Individuals had begun to hunker down throughout the darkness as dusk pulled the last of the light away. Wolves were primarily active in the early morning and late evening, but with the oncoming winter, it was best to conserve energy and heat. The colder it got, the stranger Tryphon felt. He was antsy. He couldn't settle for more than a few minutes at a time, and with each new body added to the pile of warmth around him, he felt more and more unsure. So he got up, carefully stepping around the curled bodies of the Dusk wolves, and put some distance between himself and their silhouettes.

Tryphon was known for being aloof, and for hiding away from the pack, at least in the beginning. He had found a kinship with Dagfinn. A purpose with Saena. A strange sort of idolization with Warbone. So now, escaping again, things were different. He did not go as far from them as his heart willed. The boy slunk beneath a stand of poplar trees, wound between two cottonwoods which reached in to the heavens, and came to a halt beneath the arbutus on the far-side of the pack's current claim; it was where he had seen the hawk. He sat there in quiet contemplation for a bit, and stared up at the moon — which, come to think of it, was exceptionally large tonight. 
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