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He'd gone exploring, slowly beginning to build up his energy and endurance that he'd lost during his illness. He marveled to learn that his rangy body was far more capable now that he was older than it was even before he'd gotten sick, so he was ranging further and further afield to stretch his wings and get stronger, though not so far as to be away from his family too long. He didn't want his mother to worry, and someone needed to keep an eye on the rest of the family for her so she could rest.

So when his mother's voice rose over the range to call for their alpha, Gryphon was close enough to hear, though other than noting it just in case he mostly just ignored it as not having anything to do with him. That is, until it apparently had something to do with him, with his mom calling out again a very short time later for him and his brothers. Alert and curious, the lanky yearling retraced his steps to head towards his mother's call and arrived to find his mother and the pack's et uxor as well as Dragon and Kharnage who'd beat him there. He pricked his ears toward his mother in curiosity, but otherwise kept his silence, eyeing the stranger warily. He had a vague idea who she was, but since he'd never actually met her he wasn't sure about her presence here or why he'd been called here where she was.