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At his mother's words Gryphon had stiffened further, his face carefully blank though his teeth longed to grind together in frustration and anger. He held his tongue until her lecture had ended, then he had turned and silently stalked out of the meeting. He spared only a sharply questioning glance for Lykos and jerked his head as he walked out of the group, and didn't stop until he had walked straight out of pack lands, then further. In his mood he didn't stop to think things through, though, heading even further north and out of the scant protection of the forest so that the cold managed to work it's way into his thin coat even worse than before.

Flopping down to his haunches he hunched up in an effort to fluff up his fur for some semblance of warmth, resembling nothing so much as a grumpy over wintering chickadee. He considered making his way into the shelter of the hulking ruin that dominated this land, but judged it too far yet and he didn't want to be caught in close quarters in an unfamiliar place. He turned green eyes to seek out his brother's progress, hoping the taller yearling had not gotten way laid on his own way from the meeting.