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Sobo stared back at Meerkat with all the frigidity of her former glacier home and debated ignoring her question. It was none of her business, and anyway, he didn't even know what he meant by it. It boiled down to his insecurity welling to the surface, and how could he possibly explain that? What if she refuted everything he believed? Or what if she confirmed it? Sobo in his stubbornness did not want to face this reality.

What do ya t'ink he be? Hmm? he asked, digging his incisors into the stick and nearly snapping it in two with the force of his bite. Most of the time he was a well-meaning wolf, if a little grumpy, but sometimes he could have a temper. This was not the first time he had felt such blatant dislike, but unlike Druid, Meerkat had done nothing to deserve it. He knew that deep down, but this was easier than grappling with any possibility that Njord would cut ties to pursue a new life.