Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

Fig waited for a response, squinting across at the mainland in search of whoever it was he was attempting to converse with. It wasn't until the pair began bouncing and running about with excitement that he spotted them, their movement drawing his attention. He could discern nothing about them from his vantage, but their responding voices told him one fact immediately--they were wolves.

The Redhawk cocked his head, listening. A slow smile unfurled across his muzzle, then froze as his brows shot high. Caracal and Killdeer? Fig had never met them, but he'd learned about his siblings and nephew from @Fennec during their travels (because I can't imagine them not having that conversation at some point). Were these his kin? He took a moment to ponder the likelihood of two wolves with the same names as his little brother and nephew traveling together before he lifted his head and called back with a single question.

"Redhawk?"