Ankyra Sound gatorwine

pleased by yura’s introduction, sobeille set back upon her haunches. her son’s — how strange that word felt upon the mental docket! — quiet yawn petered out into a soft squeak. surely she had never been so small?

distracted by such things, sobeille’s eyes flashed to treepie abruptly as a familiar name hung between them. eti? this surprised sobeille; though he’d stayed close following their family’s rescue, she hadn’t accounted for him lingering. much like val, she believed there was too much salt for the blood — etienne had stayed inland a long time. 

undecided on whether she wanted him fetched, sobeille glanced back to cairos. fixing an edge of fur over him that could almost be considered motherly, sobeille spoke. what is he doing out here?