Dragoncrest Cliffs don't forget to pick up what you sow

Sobo flung up his paw to bat away his bitey brother, chuckling low in his throat and twisting his head to the side. Dat be none-a your business! 'Tis a secret not for your ears. There was no secret, in truth, but it was their way to tease one another. Sobo didn't know how to tell his siblings how often he had considered not returning from his frequent and sometimes lengthy absences, especially after his conspicuous exclusion from the wedding.

So, in true reticent Sobo fashion, he did not. He pretended everything was fine and joked about it and hoped they would never ask in all seriousness what kept him away so much. Grinning at Mireille as she joined them, he fell back on his haunches and let his tongue loll to hear about Loko's promised treasures, then spotted the fast moving brown-and-red form of Aminthe streaking toward them from the densite.

Sobo threw out his arm to bar her from going any further, but it turned out unnecessary when she latched onto a rabbit ear. Ya... You be runnin' right off de cliffs when you goin' dat fast, Amint'e, he playfully scolded with a roguish smile.