Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

"Dunno," Caracal replied without missing a beat. "How's it floating like that? Why doesn't it sink?" he added. He gave Killdeer a dubious look, then returned his gaze to the island, squinting suspiciously.

He thought he saw movement on the far shore, just a black speck. Without looking away, he began to flail his forelegs at Killdeer, smacking any part of him within range. "Look, look, do you see that?" he asked. Now he grabbed onto his nephew's shoulder and shook him. "Do you—"

A soft, melodious howl rose into the air. Caracal squinted at the distant figure and realized it was a wolf with his head thrown back. "No shit! Wow!" he murmured, looking over at Killdeer with new appreciation for his earlier inquiry.

"How," he howled in return, "the heck did you get out there? P.S. I'm Caracal!"