The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

Pulling Sobo out here!

When he had said his piece and the Rivenwood wolves' attention turned to the sea, Sobo then let his teeth lock together in a tight grit. From that point onward, he would not utter another word. Should anyone address him, he would simply turn his head to his sister. That was who they wanted to be with, anyway, so she could speak on his behalf as well, having brought him here only to let his confidence be shattered. It wasn't very mature of him, but her friends started it, after all.

He did not notice any impatience, to their credit, but he didn't need to; he was already upset enough just from how he was received. He followed the girls to the seaside and seated himself nearby to watch for a time, for Mireille's sake. Any effort to engage him was futile. As soon as the attention of all four was turned elsewhere, Sobo slipped away into the trees and left them there to seek out Loko or Coraline instead.