Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

He saw so many different expressions drift across her face, he wasn’t sure what Heda might be thinking. Caracal fidgeted, wondering if he’d overstepped a boundary. But she’d told him they could talk about anything and this was an important topic to cover if they were going down this road…

Her answer came in a stammer and included a caveat he hadn’t quite expected. Caracal ignored this for the moment, allowing himself to feel a measure of relief as he grabbed for her nearer paw with one of his.

Oh, good, me neither, he admitted, sharing a sort of dorky smile with her.

So they could figure out that part together… after they married. He was glad he’d asked before he proposed they practice their moves. The fire in his belly dimmed a little—and he would be a big, fat liar if Caracal said he wasn’t slightly disappointed—but he thought he could respect Heda’s wishes.

So, I don’t really know what I’m doing with that or, like, any of this, Caracal decided to confess while he was on a roll. I just know I want to be with you and eventually put some babies in you, if that’s also what you want.

He squeezed her paw, suddenly wondering exactly how she felt about him and all of this propositioning. Caracal didn’t really know if she liked him the same way he liked her. She had been in love with Bartholomew not so long ago. His heart jumped into his throat.