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He'd been led through the heart of the territory and Charon had pointed out key features, to-the-point as he had been through the conversation prior. The newcomer was introduced to the many paths of the mountain and he climbed easily enough, finding that his body was well-adapted after so many days of exploration in the surrounding areas. When it finally came time for Tryphon to meet the children (and the mother of the children) he had but a glimpse, and then was told to come back another time - they were all asleep, you see - so he accepted the order and departed.

This left him with a few hours to kill. He wanted to sleep too, but had become a little bit too amped up from the unfolding events to do just that; and so Tryphon began to investigate the great mountain on his own, tracing the paths, finding the dens where others slept or the scents of his new pack-family and committing them to memory. Those hours passed by smoothly - although Tryphon did not encounter many bodies, likely because they were all busy. He ducked beneath the boughs of some massive arbutus trees, slunk through the dark of surrounding pines, and decided to rest in the shade for a little bit.

This would be different - he'd decided that when he'd been accepted. He would try here. He would make a home here, and things would fall in to place. Tryphon had all the life experience of a veteran explorer and he could only hope that it was enough to keep him in the good graces of the alphas here; if they learned that he didn't know anything about kids - hadn't been around kids since maybe the days with Caiaphas - they might just chase him out. He wouldn't let that happen - he couldn't. But for now the boy rested, stretching out on his belly through the gray shadows, and enjoyed the down-time.

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