Iktome Plains You asked me how long

While Rosalyn slowed in the plains, Sobo picked up speed the further he got from Sapphique's borders. Sometimes he just needed to get away. Things were not settled between Njord and him and it made being home feel oh so heavy. More and more, Sobo convinced himself that he did not need his da. That he had never needed him. That life would have been better lived in ignorance, like all his older siblings before him.

No matter how he tried to convince himself, it did not make it easier for him to swallow. He looked up to Njord so much, but it felt like the man only looked past him.

So he wandered away from Sapphique more and more often, hoping to silence his thoughts. He did so alone most of the time, but did not seek solitude; when he spotted Rosalyn ahead with prey in her jaws, he made a beeline for his mother. He was a little hungry, and the smell of blood made his belly rumble, but he knew that stoat was not for him. No one had really talked about it, but intrinsically they all knew Erzulie was with child.

Mamá, he greeted, circling around to face the cliffs once more as be sidled up beside her. De puppies be comin' soon, yeah?