Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

When the stranger howled back a single word, Caracal threw another look at Killdeer, this one a little bewildered. How did this random guy know their family name? "Yeah, how'd you know?" he called.

Killdeer waded into the water up to his chest, so of course Caracal bounded after him, soaking the both of them with his splashing. He eyed the span of seawater between here and the strip of beach where the dark speck of a wolf stood.

"We gotta get out there," he declared. "Last one there's a hairy nipple!" he challenged right before breaching forward like a strange little porpoise and starting to doggy paddle toward the island.