Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

Ahhhhh, boy.

He watched Caracal go into the water and froze, heart starting to beat much faster.

What are you, a pussy? his subconscious shrieked.

Killdeer moved forward, slowly, as if each paw was weighed down by lead. Traveled into the current—kicking—waves against his chest—

Oh, man, he called out, feeling his throat start to get wet. I mean, can we swim there? I'm not that—

A wave came over his head, suddenly, and he wrenched it up, sputtering, golden eyes wide as saucers.

CAL—