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I thought we should have one, but lmk if assuming he's nearby isn't okay and I'll edit!

Sobo swung lazily around towering sequoias, padding toward the cliff's edge with a languid gait. In his jaws he carried half of a fractured femur bone from some ungulate or other. The sharp edge was stained with dirt; Sobo had been attempting to use it to draw a circle in the snow and soil, but all his efforts had ended in lopsided ovals and squiggly shapes without a name. Having decided it was good for nothing but chewing, he thought to make a gift of it.

His brother could often be found near the cliffs. Sobo did not share his littermate's propensity for adrenaline rushes, but shared his haunt for his own reasons. If he was on the cliffs, it was to look out over the sea and think. When Loko was on the cliffs, he was probably risking his neck with some hair-raising maneuver or another.

Ayo, @Loko! he called out after dropping the bone and pinning it below his broad paw when it threatened to roll away. He could smell his brother near here. Da Njord brought a woman home.

walking along an ice-laced end-cap facing the sea, loko paused. the voice of his brother rung clear; close, even.

loko turned around, passing a scruffy hedge which initially obscured sobo’s form. at his feet was a splintered femur bone, knife-edged and intriguing. more intriguing, however, was his brother’s words. did you meet her?

Yah, Sobo said, rolling the femur in Loko's direction. Dat be for ya. Maybe ya can fin' a better use for it dan me. Then he sat down, pulling a long breath of sea air into his lungs.

She be a walkin' cliché, Sobo decided, scowling at no one in particular. He scanned his brother's red-masked face for his thoughts on the matter, but he had never been very adept at reading expressions. All "ya da be de kindest man dat ever lived" an' "not'in' could ever make him love ya less", bleck. I do not trust her. She be hidin' somet'in' behind dat oh so sweet facade. This was what Sobo had decided after thinking about it for a good day or so.

He still felt sort of bad about being unkind to Meerkat, but had reasoned to himself that no one could truly be that warm and supportive. That was how he wrote off his skepticism. Meerkat's ruse might fool everyone else, but not Sobo. He knew what fake looked like when he saw it. She had an angle of some kind, and was wrapping Njord right around her paw with her little act.

loko placed a paw over the splintered bone. "pfthanks." came his gratitude by mouthful of bone.

a walking cliche. loko chewed the femur thoughtfully. he'd not spent much time with the woman, but like any child, loko's perception of the world was narrow. it was what he knew and was accustomed to - and meerkat's arrival shattered that perception like a stone dropped from great heights into deep water.

sobo not liking meerkat was enough for dislike to start weaving little tendrils in loko's heart, too. it was unfair, but that was how siblings were. "may'b she jus' be dumb." loko offered, pausing from his chewing of the bone to study the face of his brother.

Pah, said Sobo, slumping sulkily. Ya may be right, but why would da Njord choose someone like dat? He let his voice trail off into silence and chewed absentmindedly on his bottom lip. Da Njord certainly was not dumb, though his decisions lately displayed a concerning lack of forethought. Would it not have been easier to speak with his sons and daughters on the subject of Meerkat before bringing her home and thrusting her in everyone’s faces? Sobo might have warmed to the idea of her if she hadn't come into their lives with all the grace of a beached killer whale.

I t’ink she be plannin’ ta take da Njord away, he shared. Sobo didn’t know if Loko felt the same attachment to their father as he did, but was comfortable enough with his brother knowing it. They were children of Erzulie and Rosalyn, but Sobo had always felt he had two excellent mothers and a father. That Njord, his mothers, or his siblings might feel differently never entered his mind.

while sobo chewed his lip, loko worked the bone. it was flat and hard, crunching between his teeth.

"may'b he be lonely." loko didn't understand love or its blinding effect. he was too young to feel those talons sink in.

loko liked to pretend he was indifferent, but he didn't care for the idea of da njord being stolen away. it awoke a sense of rude possessiveness in him. da njord existed as his father. it was inconceivable to imagine him in any other role.

threatened then by the perceived change, loko spoke of da and where he would go. somehow, his brother reassured him -- no matter what change came along, no matter who flitted in and out of their lives, his brotherhood with sobo was unbreakable -- and in the end, that was all that truly mattered.

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