Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

None of the amassed wolves responded to his query beyond Teya’s soft smile. It rankled Sobo to feel overlooked and ignored when he had made such a humongous effort to come out and meet them in the first place. If they looked closely, his nerves were very evident, but it was a little unreasonable to expect them to know how hard this was for him. Nevertheless, he was bothered.

Njord at his back had him squaring his broad shoulders a little, prepared to ask again with more force, but before he could say a word, Rosalyn and Erzulie both arrived and addressed the foursome, introducing the dark red wolf as his brother. That made sense. He did look awfully like Rosalyn.

Sobo didn’t care much for his older siblings. He knew all their names, but didn’t know them at all and felt they weren’t worth his time if they didn’t bother to come visit. He supposed Reyes was making more of an effort than most, and managed a timid smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Would this one be a regular visitor, or would Sobo never see him again? He guessed the latter.

His eyes went back to the pair of youths. Jitters wracked his belly. Would they want to talk to him? Would they want to see the ocean? He could show them so many things! But the girl intimidated him and tied his tongue in knots and the red-furred boy seemed more interested in asking Reyes questions than interacting with him. He was a little relieved because he had no idea what to say to other kids, but mostly upset.

Tch, he muttered under his breath, kicking glumly at a pebble.