Dragoncrest Cliffs vwayaje

I will, he promised, but felt it was a rather hollow one. Sobo loved Sapphique. He loved the grand cliffs and the crystalline lake and the colossal trees. He loved his family. But there were things about Sapphique that Sobo knew he could never be part of unless great change came to the pack, the way he could never be part of Mireille's caribou hunt, and being its keeper was one of those things.

He simply knew that being a man meant that he would never inherit his family's legacy, so he could look out for them, but to look after them all, that would never be his lot in life. That would be Mireille, almost certainly. He could think of no better daughter-heir.

He watched her go with a sinking sensation in his gut, then turned back to his stones and shells. With a frown, he swept the piles back together before rising and heading off to the lake.