Bramblepoint know who you are

[table width=80%][tr][td]The hunter was noticed; the judging eyes of the other slipping over his physique in a way that could only be in greeting. Vassago was scared of how much he looked like his father; it was still unclear how many half-siblings he had all over Teekon. And what about Mother? She surely had brothers and sisters as well. He could be looking at someone related to him and could hardly focus on anything but hiding his true identity. If word spread that the young prince of Arthendal had fled home to find his brother, it would mean trouble. Not to mention the hate he feared of the wolves of the Dark Brotherhood. He nodded in greeting, the stump that was left of his tail raising and wiggling in a friendly manner when he approached further.

His eyes grew wide at the sudden (yet expected) question and he opened his maw to say something only to close it again. He needed a new name - and quick! Duuhh uh - Tryp. My name's Tryp. He said with as much confidence as he could muster. It was not long after that another joined the scene quietly - almost unnoticed. So that was why he had had trouble tracking just one... And... you are? He asked carefully, the question directed at anyone who was in ear-shot.[/td][/tr][/table]