Ankyra Sound then, a vision came to me — when you came along

Though asked to remain behind while the Eyjolfur matriarch surveyed the Sound's keep, Svalinn was unable to resist the beckoning of rebellion—the beginning markers of a wolf that was growing too large to be bossed around. He was eager to check his boundaries, see how much he could get away with before reprimanding. At one time Caiaphas had been impossibly hard-pressed to leave her children alone for any amount of time, but the older they became, the more lax she seemed with lording over their every move. And without stringent direction she would find the child of her adoptive son to be far more headstrong than any of her prior charges.

He was tracking his mother now; curious to both see what she was up to on her own and what punishment (if any) would befall him for arriving before prompted. He was distracted somewhat by the ocean and its incessant swooshing songs, annoyed too, but nothing else about this place struck him as particularly fascinating. The way she spoke of this place, he thought he might feel some sort of connection to it, but this area was just as foreign as any other place, and (not for the first time) he thought about their former densite at Heron Lake.

Just as Caiaphas was exiting the dank grotto, Svalinn spotted her. He froze, realizing only in that moment that he didn't want her ire at all. He should've stayed with Raleska.