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Now Sobo truly did dismiss Meerkat with a soft tch in the back of his throat. He felt a little bad for his treatment of her when she announced her departure and turned away, but it was brief and overshadowed by distrust. He was not a spiteful creature at heart, but when it came to Njord, he was prickly as a porcupine.

He got to his paws and stalked away, tiring of gnawing on sticks. Meerkat's words remained with him for some time. He ought to be happy his da had found someone so supportive. She could have been selfish. She could have asked him to leave instead of coming here.

But all he could think about was Njord bouncing around like a puppy at the borders while Mireille huddled on that island all alone; maybe it was time to speak with his da.