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

loko knew little of sobo's recent enlightenment, though he would have been bemused to hear it seemed family practice to therapeutically fling things (symbolically, of course) from high locations.

he nearly landed on his ass as he heard sobo's voice. turning around with a wag of his tail, lobo aimed a habitual and affectionate ear-tug at his missed brother. where ye been, troublemaker? i been findin' all sorts of innarestin' things t' show ye.