Northstar Vale set your soul at ease

Potential drop-in / cameo! Feel free to notice him, he isn't being stealthy.

Tryphon came upon the two strangers as he was returning from his brief trip away from the vale; he carried a fat old beaver husk with him, something of a momento. Most of the meat had been stripped from its body. He kept the head though, hoping to let it dessicate through the winter (provided he could find somewhere dry and dark to store it) so that he could give the cleaned beaver skull to Saena.

As he was hastening along, he thought he could hear voices. The sound of speech drifted to his ears; they pricked and rotated, trying to find the source, and then he decided to drop the carcass and take a few tentative whiffs of the air. The scent of the dead beaver had sort-of overwhelmed his nose — but after some exploration he smelled the two strangers. The fur on Tryphon's back rose up in time for the wind to shift and push against his back, giving him a porcupine-esque silhouette for a split second. Signs of the Dusk wolves had moved on during the day of his absence, so it looked as if these were a pair of lone wolves passing through.

He licked his lips and went back to grab the beaver remains, and continued to saunter along.