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Truthfully there was no reason for him to be so down in the dumps. He absolutely did not need to run this far from home just to mope, he could've done it somewhere within the vale. It was a large place. Tryphon dragged a cold breath through his lungs as his thoughts began to finally quiet, but he was still confused by himself, and still anxious. The girl's voice flit to him like a hummingbird zooming in and out of range: soft, pleasant, and then gone.

Tryphon found that he liked having one-on-one company, even if it was a stranger. Perhaps he was comforted by the similarities between this moment and his meeting with Saghani? Thinking of the dark wolf now, Tryphon's heart seized. There was no answer, again, for some time. The boy was distracted by his broken heart. But, eventually, he murmured: Its ok. I think I am too.

It was the closest thing to an invitation that Tryphon could muster. He pulled himself up after a beat, and peered around the boulder, his nose catching some snowflakes as a fresh flurry descended upon the creek's edge. Although the boughs above caught most of the snow, some still drifted feather-like down to the wolves, and soon they were dusted like Christmas baking. Tryphon licked the snow from his nose and examined the girl, and while he watched her, he idly asked: do you want to build a snowman... find something?
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