Blackwater Islands Nevermind an SMS.

sobeille finished her long-winded speech, satisfied she had given him enough fodder to keep his simple mind busy. after all, she had learned it was best to disguise lies with a half-truth -- how else would one deliver a convincing, doe-eyed stare to complement their mistruth?

val ignored her pointed comment; whether through immense fatherly patience or the lack of available cognitive function, sobeille did not know or care. she was content to be silent as she followed him home, up until he mentioned the task.

she should have known he'd come to her for something even a spring pup could do. it was no secret val was terrified of the ocean, and it was all sobeille could do to disguise the derision that flickered into her yellow eyes. this was one of many reasons why sobeille found val feeble; what good man's backbone turns in on itself at the sight of the sea?

why her maman and tante put up with him, sobeille did not understand. he was weak - hardly representative of the strong order in which her tribe sprung from. but sobeille held all of this cutting thoughts to herself, eyes resuming their serpent-like flatness. yes, val. sobeille murmured, her gaze raking the exposed tendons along each snapping hock as he walked.

like the man, there would be other cliffs and other fangs to guide to their destined throat. sobeille would simply have to wait.