Sunbeam Lair stroll the merry way

He's not tresspassing. I'm not sure if I wanna tag this with a Joining icon or not; if he joined it would be brief, but if you're okay with that...? Otherwise deal with him as you wish!

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Venturing further and further from the mountain range was difficult. Not physically, but it was emotionally draining for the sensitive boy. It felt wrong. The further he went, the slower his pace. A part of Tryphon knew that the only way to get through this was to keep moving forwards, but a larger part wanted to turn back. He wanted to find Saena and Warbone and Dagfinn, and anyone else who remained of the vale wolves, and make everything work out.

Having escaped a pit of bones and found his way down the mountain paths of the Sunspire, Tryphon was nearly in the valley below when he got the sudden urge to reverse. He could've easily put the mountains behind him for good, but that nagging feeling of abandonment — and the guilt conjoined to it — wouldn't allow him to leave the range quite yet. He found travel along the lower reaches of the spire were much easier, but ended up heading higher and higher. Maybe to get a better view of the sky by the time night fell? Maybe just to punish himself.

He was panting hard and desperate to ease his thirst by the time he stopped — and while he eagerly slumped his grizzled body against a bare tree trunk, he noticed that the area didn't smell specifically like a forest or like cold, but rather... He could taste the musk of wolf all around him. That meant he must have crossed into a territory; worst case scenario, he was tresspassing. Hopefully he had stopped short of the borders, but the scent was so thick that he wasn't sure — and he wasn't ready to move just yet. Crap.

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