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Tryan wiggled around enough to get a good look at Silver over the pile of cubs. He didn't understand her question, but he was intrigued by Isaac. He was so small. His tail flopped back and forth as he thought about going to investigate, but he didn't have the energy, so he just put his head down again with a sigh.

Tryan was a little anxious when the first of the adults came by and would have jumped up if it wouldn't have unsettled so many of the cubs piled very nearly right on top of him. After several of them came by only to retrieve their children and leave again, he began to relax again. By the time the last of them had been picked up and Silver came up to him, he was resting quietly but wide awake. He looked up at her, missing most of what she said, but understanding a word or two. Whatever she wanted, he wasn't doing anything else anyway, so he stood up and waited for her to lead the way.

Tryan swallowed the bread whole and happily pranced along beside her. He periodically wandered off a short distance, exploring their surroundsings and entertaining himself with this or that. Every now and again he would suddenly stop and put his nose to the ground, ears standing on end. He would wait a moment, claw at the earth for a moment and stuff his nose back down in the dirt. Sometimes he would keep digging, sometimes he would jump forward and race about in a surprisingly fast shuffle, chasing something that couldn't be seen, and leaving little furrows as he went. Once he caught a mole that way. But otherwise his chases were fruitless.
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When he wasn't busy chasing unseen prey, he followed her about, watching her, and listening to her. Sometimes he would go up to a particular plant with her and inspect it as she gathered what parts she needed. Once or twice he tried to eat one of them, but quickly learned that he was not fond of leafy things.
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He followed next to nothing of what she said, but understood from her body language and her tone that she was calling his attention to something. He stared out at the water for several moments, very still. Lowering his head a little, he crept up on the water's edge and peered in. Then, without warning, he backed up a little, gathered his haunches underneath him, and launched himself out over - and ultimately into - the middle of the river. There was nothing gracefull about him, but he returned to the surface unharmed several moments later. He was fish-less. He continued to swim about, splashing, and generally making a spectacle of himself. Eventually, he did actually manage to catch a small fish and dragged it ashore with him only to swallow it whole right there.
His fur and feathers were water resistant, but not enough to handle a stint in the water at length. He was soaked, his coat plastered to his body, his tail and ears drooping with the weight of their saturated fur and feathers. His wings were a mess all over again, the primaries dragging in the dirt, the ends of his wings too heavy to hold up off the ground while walking. The fact that he hadn't drowned was rather a mystery.

He attempted to raise his ears at the sound of his name, but they only twitched at best. He gave himself a mighty shake, like back at the baths, and trotted over to her, waiting, as usual, for her to take the lead. If he had any incling(sp) that she had been about to use magic, it didn't show.

Tryan hesitated to enter at first, and then when he finally did, did so with his usual extreme caution. He soon got over his paranoia though and was as curious as ever and spent a good enough amount of time exploring her home. Interestingly, this he managed to do with a minimum of disruption and mess making. When his curiosity of his surroundings was satisfied, he moved on to watching her cook, though he kept a safe distance from anything hot.

Tryan joined her at the table but hesitated again. He looked down at the food and waited to see her start first. After a moment or two he flopped down on the floor with them and started gnawing on fish and swallowing berries whole, but he kept well away from the salad. He'd been eating so much since he got back that even as little as he ate for supper now, it was making him sleepy.

Tryan listened to her from his spot on the floor but made no move to get up. In a short while, long before she was done with her chores, he was already fast asleep, curled up on the floor.