Dragoncrest Cliffs of anactoria who is not here;

Between short, wobbly jaunts on his chubby legs and periods of being carried, Sobo was shepherded alongside his siblings into the sunshine. Prior to today, no one could claim the silver Dahomey-Rivaini boy was all that curious about the outside world. There was so much to do inside that he hadn't acitvely sought to leave the den, so at first when his mothers ushered him out the door, it was with a great deal of nervous fussing. This wasn't helped at all by the fact he was teething and his jaws ached.

It took no time for him to decide that he kind of liked being outside, though. He was placed beside his more rambunctious brother at the rocky edge of the water, which failed to capture his attention with its liquid glare or its sharp salt tang; it went directly to Loko, whose ear he tried to snatch with gradually erupting teeth. So far, the incisors and canines were present and wicked sharp, albeit partially embedded still in his gumline, yet his biting was gentle and relented quickly; he was proving to be more and more mild-mannered the bigger he got, especially with his sisters.

Sobo's attention was easily drawn back to the tide pool by Erzulie's soft call, where he fixed his gaze downward, cross-eyed from trying to focus on the water and the starfish all at once. His tongue sloppily lapped over his nose. Then the boy leaned shakily over and dipped a wide paw into the cold water, withdrawing it moments later and stumbling back with a startled cry.