Heron Lake Plateau how cheerfully he seems to grin

Residual from the night before and fading fast, a pillow-top of fog was being pushed by a strong breeze in an uneven spread across the packlands. It was quite early still, and the delinquent they so-called Svalinn was already up to no good. With one eye open, he watched Caiaphas depart, waiting until he was sure she had gone far enough on whatever task beckoned her that day before fox-crawling covertly out of their den.  

He had been given strict instructions not to mishandle the younger brood piddling about the plateau, so in general he avoided areas he knew might get him in trouble, but today he planned to put that rule to the test. With his tolerance for punishment growing right along with the size of his bean-sprouting body, Svalinn could not avoid the allure of there existing a number of wolves that he could overpower. Half-strutting, half-ground-snuffling, the Eyjolfur thug made to find someone subordinate to him.

@Phoebe