Dragoncrest Cliffs vwayaje

Ki sa ki yon karibou? asked Sobo without looking up from his task. He thought the question was possibly rhetorical. Mireille knew he did not know what a caribou was. He entertained it all the same. He loved his sister, so he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hear about something that was exciting her.

Between his paws were two tough, dried pieces of kelp and a pile of mixed shells and pebbles. He sorted carefully through them, placing shells on one and stones on the other. He would rather be sorting herbs, but the air was too cold for them now. They shriveled and hid. He had plenty of stones and shells organized in his stash, but this just was mindless busywork to keep him occupied.

He finally looked up with weary eyes when she tapped him. His expression flattened at the mention of the Rivenwood wolves. How could she not think it was cruel to expect him to talk about her stupid friends that had made him feel so low? Good for ya, he said shortly, returning his attention to a perturbing stone with a bit of shell stuck to it. Which pile did this belong in?