Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

Ava Amara, Caracal reprimanded without any heat at all, since he didn’t have the heart for it.

There was nothing stern about the expression on his face, either. His eyes danced in amusement as the child leaped back with a shriek. Caracal wondered what it had felt like, though before he could see for himself, something in the little girl’s demeanor changed abruptly and alarmingly.

What’s wrong? Did it hurt you? he asked, heart in his throat as he crouched down in front of Ava, paws gently reaching for her tinier toes.