boy talk

Change was a natural part of life, even for the Songa, but so was tradition - and lately he felt himself torn between the two. Returning home sounded like a good idea, on one hand, but on another hand he couldn't help but feel like his fate had been woven into a different direction entirely now. Knowing there was a small group here, a group he was growing to care for, that he could contribute to... he felt immense joy from that thought. He still needed to concoct a plan to save Balsam, if he hadn't found a way to safety himself, too.. but the Ademre band was busy here, caring for Eris through her birth, and tending to her and Oxide's son. It took an entire group to raise a child, after all - as far as Sota was concerned.

If he had any clue the way his words might be perceived, he made no sign of it. "Then you and I are very different," he chuckled lightly at the thought. Their vast differences in physical appearance were only part of the differences they shared, not that Sota minded. He was growing used to how different the wolves in Boreas were, and he was more interested in those different wolves now, rather than purely afraid. "I feel like I was climbing trees as soon as I was born. At least,,, as early as I can remember," he thought wistfully, letting out a soft sigh as he recalled his earliest memories. "I'd be more than happy to teach Casper. Honored, even," he admitted, his heart fluttering at the thought. He had gotten Eris wrangled into something awful, and Oxide had saved her... and though she'd admitted he didn't need to apologize, let alone repay her somehow, he liked the thought of helping teach her son something - maybe he'd feel like he'd done right by her then.