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This, Sobo could understand.

Maybe it was because the natural inclination of man was to protect, to guard, and he was a man as well. They might not look at him the same way they looked at outside men, but the truth was, he understood that pride all too well. The difference between Sobo and Njord was that he was not foolish enough to act upon it. He had, after all, been raised by two mothers with a wealth of disdain for the arrogance of men.

He probably t'inks he be protectin' us all by goin' after it alone, he supplied, but followed it up with a disapproving sniff. What it says is dat he does not trust de strength of Sapphique. Which was funny considering it was Sapphique that raised his sons while he was off failing to be a father. It was not so surprising he had challenged Chacal in the throes of his misplaced passion, but Sobo's muzzle wrinkled with distaste all the same.

It seemed Njord wanted to prove himself unfit for the blessing of fatherhood for a third time. The taste of rotting ash filled Sobo's mouth.