Dragoncrest Cliffs a servant of wile-weaving aphrodite

Sobo followed the procession to the beach, full of warmth and pride for his little siblings.

His eyes rested on Jorunn a beat or two longer than anyone else and something uncertain crossed behind his smile. It was an effort to tear his gaze away. His eyes locked with Meerkat's for a beat but Sobo looked swiftly in another direction. Njord was not here. He told himself for the umpteenth time that Njord was not his da anymore and there was no reason to care if he was around or not.

Sobo fixed his attention on his siblings, unwilling to wear a sour expression or let his heart weigh heavy on their special day. Chuckling, he strode across the sand and made a grab for one of Quennell's coveted pelts with a playful snort, intent on redirecting his brother into a tussle for just one rather than trying to possess them all.