Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

Having been raised entirely by women with only one man's involvement, Sobo didn't know what it felt like to be ashamed of vulnerability. Like any young man, he was bound to some form of ego, but his was not particularly inflated. Loko had more of that brash energy than Sobo ever would. So when Njord said he would listen, the boy had no reason to hesitate.

Why does no one like me? he asked, peering at his father with some hope that Njord would have all the answers. He still did not understand that his greeting at the borders the other day was brusque. He hadn't meant to be. It was simply the nervous rush of words that had come out when he forced himself to socialize despite only wanting to hide, a misguided attempt to overcome his shyness that only reinforced his fears.

Dey were sposed to be family but dey dinna even speak to me. An' Mireille's friends dinna even look at me when dey came. Haunt was perhaps the only one who seemed a little interested, but at the time he was too young to feel a pull to be included. There was that red wolf, too, who definitely had not been interested. It was clear to Sobo that the only wolves who liked him were his immediate family, but he had no idea why.