Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

Caracal snorted at the man’s rejoinder, though he made no other remark in regards to the crab. Speaking of which, his ears twitched when the other guy referred to him by that name. He huffed a laugh.

It’s Caracal, actually. And itchy feet, I guess. I busted my ankle a while back and I’ve been stuck in one place for a few weeks. It hasn’t been all bad—I got a pretty girl looking after me—but I was built for the road.

His own words made him think. He would need to swing back to talk to Sialuk, then he needed to track down Killdeer. Caracal would’ve loved to commit to sticking with either one of them, but the fact of the matter was, he wasn’t prepared to settle down anywhere. Being laid up had really made him aware of that fact.

Scratching sheepishly at the side of his neck, he focused and wondered, Do you live here or are you just passing through too?