Dragoncrest Cliffs incense into

I thought we should have one, but lmk if assuming he's nearby isn't okay and I'll edit!

Sobo swung lazily around towering sequoias, padding toward the cliff's edge with a languid gait. In his jaws he carried half of a fractured femur bone from some ungulate or other. The sharp edge was stained with dirt; Sobo had been attempting to use it to draw a circle in the snow and soil, but all his efforts had ended in lopsided ovals and squiggly shapes without a name. Having decided it was good for nothing but chewing, he thought to make a gift of it.

His brother could often be found near the cliffs. Sobo did not share his littermate's propensity for adrenaline rushes, but shared his haunt for his own reasons. If he was on the cliffs, it was to look out over the sea and think. When Loko was on the cliffs, he was probably risking his neck with some hair-raising maneuver or another.

Ayo, @Loko! he called out after dropping the bone and pinning it below his broad paw when it threatened to roll away. He could smell his brother near here. Da Njord brought a woman home.