The Heartwood do well; do good

He kind of missed having @Killdeer around—he hadn’t seen him since playfully abandoning him on his potty break—but it was kind of fun roaming around entirely on his own. He did hope his nephew had made it back to Emberwood, where he planned to return at some point. He didn’t want to travel solo forever…

He spent the morning picking his way around the great lake’s shoreline, scouting for food. He ate a dead fish he found, though it tasted pretty gnarly. Caracal then drifted westward toward some woods he’d passed through before. Maybe he could take a nap.

But karma came for him. Within moments of breaching the edge of the forest, he experienced a telling churn in his gut. Oblivious to his unwitting audience on a nearby log, Caracal moaned and squatted abruptly, loosing his bowels in a gush of diarrhea.