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Sobo came into the world like a clap of thunder. That was how he earned his name.

In the womb, the boy grew fat. Fatter than fat. Fatter than the average cub, while his littermate became thinner. The other two, littermates in name but not in blood, and maybe that was the reason for it, were spared this leaching of nutrients by their parasitic sibling. Sobo became fatter, Loko became thinner, so by the time the four cubs were born, Loko would slip into the world, and Sobo—and his poor mother—would struggle into it.

Once he was freed from the amniotic sac, he continued his thunderous rampage by squealing as loud as his lungs would allow until his mouth was filled with a teat and he could scream no longer. Only then did he grow calm, and only then did his rampage end with a hiccup and a snore.

A clap of thunder, at least for today—that was Sobo.