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It had gotten far colder since he'd ventured away from the mountains. Oddly, it didn't affect him as much as Tryphon would've thought. He was a coastal wolf — or so he'd always thought — yet he'd developed a thick winter coat so as to combat the freezing temperatures. He noticed the shifting in the weather as he moved north, and assumed it was only because he was heading in to the taiga; the sparsely growing pine trees eventually clustered upon a ridge and he took shelter there, but not for long.
He was scouting out the other half of the forest (a little ways down the ridge, but seemed as if it had been privy to some attention of late) when he heard a call bleating in to the wind. It was faint, but after a second of standing and listening, he heard it again — a sorrowful call from an elk, he thought. As Tryphon hadn't been mindful of his meals lately, he knew in that instant that he was very hungry. At the same time (while he found his way through the forest and out to a clearing), he knew that a bull elk was an impossible meal to obtain if he were to remain alone.
So without thinking, he cast his head back and made his own call — the call of the hunt, a sound which would be easily identified to any wolf in the area. Once he made his summons he sucked in a cold breath and went on his way - he wanted to get a look at the target.
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It had gotten far colder since he'd ventured away from the mountains. Oddly, it didn't affect him as much as Tryphon would've thought. He was a coastal wolf — or so he'd always thought — yet he'd developed a thick winter coat so as to combat the freezing temperatures. He noticed the shifting in the weather as he moved north, and assumed it was only because he was heading in to the taiga; the sparsely growing pine trees eventually clustered upon a ridge and he took shelter there, but not for long.
He was scouting out the other half of the forest (a little ways down the ridge, but seemed as if it had been privy to some attention of late) when he heard a call bleating in to the wind. It was faint, but after a second of standing and listening, he heard it again — a sorrowful call from an elk, he thought. As Tryphon hadn't been mindful of his meals lately, he knew in that instant that he was very hungry. At the same time (while he found his way through the forest and out to a clearing), he knew that a bull elk was an impossible meal to obtain if he were to remain alone.
So without thinking, he cast his head back and made his own call — the call of the hunt, a sound which would be easily identified to any wolf in the area. Once he made his summons he sucked in a cold breath and went on his way - he wanted to get a look at the target.
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