Northstar Vale You don't swing it like you used to, man

Tryphon was no hunter. He could kill enough to keep himself alive of course, but mostly he picked at old kills and fell in to his old habits of digging up caches. Rotten or not, a meal was a meal. Except now, with Duskvale to support him, he was learning. It was this sense of comfort that kept him from leaving the hunting party behind as they scoured the area in search of the herd; it was his sense of connection with Dagfinn which led him to stand beside the dark boy, listening with rapt attention to Saena. And it was his attachment to her — his devotion to her, and Warbone, and all of them — which urged Tryphon to keep trying. To do what needed to be done. To learn.

He found a position and waited for the order to charge.