Heron Lake Plateau improve his shining tusks

Not even gonna help ya boi out, smh

Becoming aware of Caiaphas' presence was, at first, quite terrifying. Svalinn struggled valiantly to bury himself, but his rotund sides and the slim-fitting roots made a poor couple; he was glad to abandon the venture when he realized it was his mother's shadow that had overtaken him. He froze as her scent hit him, and he began to whine when he realized that he couldn't turn to her right away. The boy struggled to wind himself backwards out of the wedge -- his back paws dug in mightily, and with one lucky twist he popped out of the tree's base and rocked back on his haunches with a grunt.

But if he was hurt in any way, it didn't show as he anxiously nudged himself between Caiaphas' legs, and used her as a roof to shield him from whatever troubles lingered. It was from this vantage point that he observed the stocky figure of Quixote approaching, and because he was still unfamiliar with the male, Svalinn began to vibrate with unfriendly growls; his tail wriggling uncertainly. He even boofed once or twice, but the quake of his limbs and the way he crouched beneath his mother were prominent tells of how fearful he still felt.