Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

I do, I do— He bounced with Caracal, seeing the figure on the distant shore. How could that be? And wolves, to boot! He would have thought that something so far away would be something beyond their species, but. . .

"I'M KILDEER!!!" he added to the howl, and then pranced away, kicking up sand.

Oh, man, how do we get there?! Kildeer asked. He galloped toward the surf and ventured in, heading up to his chest before turning about, his lower half submerged. It felt good, cool, with a current against his body.

Maybe they could swim. . . He looked toward the distant landmass, gauging— No. No way. Crazy.