Dragoncrest Cliffs and nimbly, has reminded me now

The meaning of the sounds his mothers and father made still eluded Sobo. He was delighted by their voices and often responded with coos and cackles of his own, nonsensical little noises that made sense to the toddler but none to adult ears. He could tell praise from scolding by the inflection and the way the speaker's face lit up, so excitement was his natural reaction to Erzulie at first, but her question sailed between his ears without comprehension.

All he did was continue to smile up around the shell. Who cared where they came from! Sobo had lifted it, and so it now belonged to him. As if to finalize this, he staggered in a slow turn and began toting it back into the den, where he meant to settle in a dark corner with it and growl boisterously at any of his siblings who dared try to take it from him.