Dawnlark Plains ahh, overly-elaborate mob schemes to take over vegas

for @Pema set this morning
@Grayday @Spiritwalker for visibility

He was bored. It was a common problem for River; easily fascinated as he was, the boy had the attention span of a gnat. When the latest strange rock he had dug up in the den inevitably became boring, he was at a loss. Where were those other big wolves, anyway? Mom and dad were cool, yeah— but he really wanted to go find that big grey wolf again! His chest fur had been really tasty. Suddenly quite determined, the pale child set his sights on the den entrance.
This time, he was careful to avoid tripping over @Kasatka or jostling @Eventide as he hurried towards freedom. Freedom and new friends! And chewing! River's tail wagged furiously behind him. He paused only briefly when he reached the mouth of the den, peering out and around with one ear fully perked. The tip of the other ear was still floppy for the moment, but he was thankfully oblivious to how ridiculous he looked. In the next moment, he was off at a trot, not entirely sure where he was going. To find that grey wolf, maybe, wherever he was.