Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

Sobo waited until others had cast their votes, watching the growing pile of stones beneath the driftwood. Poison was not the weapon he would have chosen, but even in talks with his sisters, he had been adamant that the only permanent solution was for the bear to die. Poison would ensure the least damage to the pack in the process.

His reasons differed from the others, perhaps — it was not that he did not want to tangle with the bear, for his faith in Sapphique was strong — but when it was his turn to cast a vote, Sobo placed his stone with the others collected beside the driftwood. The only permanent solution available to them.

He returned to his place as Jade, appropriately lower than his sisters, and waited to see what vote Chacal would cast. His gaze darted once to Stingray and then away; the boy appeared to him to be sulking. Let him sulk. His parents and their inconsideration for the rest of the pack deserved whatever judgment was cast upon them. In Sobo's eyes, Stingray was lucky to be included here at all.