Most endangered pokemon live their lives oblivious to their former range, bothered by it (if ever) only later in life, should the species' small number make it difficult to find a mate. Yet the surviving Sobble population is in tears almost from birth, for this highly social pokemon has not yet adapted to their sparse new reality; there is merit in the popular saying that "Sobble cry because they're going extinct".
Depictions of Sobble in ancient art do show water flowing from its eyes, but in focused jets at its opponents, not as rivers of tears. The term sob, at least in its present meaning, is absent from the corpus of even Early Modern Galarian literature; scientists have increasingly come around to dating the collapse of Sobble populations as late as the start of Galar's early industrial period. Sobble's extremely permeable bodies would appear make them highly vulnerable to water pollution, although the difficulty of procuring specimens for experiment and the opposition of pokemon rights groups have prevented any confirmation of this hypothesis.
Most social pokemon adapt well to captivity, but Sobble understand all too well the difference between a trainer and their team and a pack of their own kind. And this does not entirely end with evolution; even when given every comfort humans can imagine, domestic Inteleon do not lay the large clutches of eggs that were surely responsible for their ancient abundance and social nature. The species continues to slowly decline in number, but one must not lose hope. For there are many children who start their journey training a Sobble, grow up, and devote their lives to finding a way to quench these pokemon's tears. And human ingenuity makes it likely that one of them shall someday succeed.