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Though raised under the iron saddle of Eyjolfur traditions and standards, Svalinn's greater inclinations weren't of the same quick-witted and introspective qualities that his pseudo-littermates seemed to have been born with. For where his hooded brother could reflect on his shortcomings as a packmate, the same concept was completely elusive to this younger wolf - even as ammunition to use against his most natural rival. The fact that he knew this and Illidan didn't was almost entirely irrelevant besides the fact that he now had to fill him in on what had transpired.

"Roslyn went missing, and Ma found evidence that the wolves on the cliffs took her," he disclosed succinctly while his features devolved into a ravening scowl. "I heard her howl back to Erzulie not too long ago. Sounded like it came from there," he added, repositioning himself so that he might motion towards a particular stretch of the jagged skyline, overrun with invaders and kidnappers.