Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

The way Killdeer was floundering, it was a miracle he didn't drag them both under. He missed the hollered instructions, head submerged; even when he came up for air, all he heard was a muffled din, and perhaps the sputtered words of his companion.

But he kicked, legs churning up water, and before he could even comprehend what had happened, he was resting upon terra firma once more.

There was. . .a shallow bit, here. He could see it, ever so faintly beneath the surface, stretching out toward the other shore.

You ass, Killer swore, blinking the water from his eyes as he glowered at Caracal. Did you know that was there?

Huffing, and without waiting for an answer, he marched forward, jaw set stubbornly, pointed toward the island.