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

Since kicking the shell off the cliffs into the sea, Sobo felt lighter than he had in days. With it had gone all his negative thoughts and feelings about his father, replaced by total indifference toward his former idol. Njord was not his da any longer. He was just another packmate now. Occasionally, he brought tidbits of food to leave outside Meerkat's den, if there was spare left over from providing for Aminthe and Quennell, but he never stuck around to chat and never made any effort to see the puppies.

He simply did not care anymore, could not care anymore, and boy, was it freeing.

Loko! he called out when he saw his brother twined around a root in the ground. It wasn't only Loko's fault they hadn't caught up recently. Sobo spent a great deal of time outside the pack territory, so much so that he could not blame anyone for wondering when he would officially disperse, only he had no intention of doing so. He had needed the escape from everything and everyone that seemed unfazed while he was hurting, but no more. His first order of business was to reconnect.