Heron Lake Plateau improve his shining tusks

As Quixote disappeared from sight, Svalinn made his way hesitantly from beneath Caiaphas, giving their immediate perimeter a cursory sniff. Looking up to his mother's black veil, seeing the absence of her salt-yellowed fangs reassured him: the danger had passed. Still, he kept a hip close to her, keeping a pert vigilance as they made an arrow's line straight home. At a distance he might appear to be forming a protective ring around his caretaker from some unseen evils, but up close it was easy to tell that the boy was more ringworm than ringmaster; just hunting for any sign at all he needed to fasten himself to Caiaphas' underside at a moment's notice as they went.

Thanks for saving me, guys! <3