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Tyrian was weaving through the skinny trees of the Nook with nary a care in the world. It was a great day. He'd found a herd of bighorn sheep and spent the better part of a day watching them and trying to get a sense for their habits. Now he was headed home. There was still a lot of information gathering to do but eventually one day he would like to make an attempt to catch some of them.

Upon hearing a cry he paused and cocked his head to consider it. It was followed by a voice. Tyrian couldn't quite make out the words but he could tell the speaker was a woman and it was that fact that made him curious. Of course he had to investigate.

Rounding a thick stand of trees, his eyes quickly settled on the semi familiar form of Theory who appeared hard at work at something. He hadn't seen her since the debacle that had been Rhythm's farewell. In all honesty he had some reservation about this niece, but he was certainly eager to speak with her again under less trying circumstances. "Theory? Is everything alright?"