Dragoncrest Cliffs sharing tree shade with a butterfly

Sobo went to the rendezvous to search for his mothers. His steps were slow, thoughtful; he meandered through the territory toward the river in the manner of a procrastinating student, enjoying the warm sunshine despite being deep within his mind.

He thought Mireille would want to take her trip to the moors soon. Aminthe and Quennell were growing quickly, sprouting up like eager saplings. Stingray, Swordfish, and Vixen were as well, though Sobo still did not spend a lot of time with them in the interest of avoiding their parents. Chacal's cubs were healthy, even the tiny girl, and everything seemed stable. A more perfect time would not soon come.

Another thought whirled near constant through his mind, born also from his conversation with his sister. He wished to know the answer to it before departing. He needed to, in fact.

For that purpose did he seek @Erzulie and @Rosalyn both. He would have liked to speak with Chacal as well, but he knew she was consumed with her little ones now. He would seek her out later, depending on how his mothers responded.