Grouse Thicket and on the trees' rough husks

Though not particularly interested in the things he didn't know, there were (and always would be) occasions upon which Svalinn would be driven from his small bed of knowledge, and lured to venture through an infinity of grasses, woods, and waters far beyond his imagining capabilities. Having recently become overly comfortable with the borders of his home, the rangy gold Eyjolfur was on such a venture now -- not so far from where the plateau and the scent of Redhawks began -- and became thoroughly distracted by the edge of a woodland thicker than a bowl of oatmeal he'd ever seen before; though that wasn't saying much.

Keeping to the treeline under a frore, hazy sky, nose vacuuming up a plethora of new and exciting scents, young Svalinn scoured the perimeter of the thicket for something interesting to unearth.

@Fire