Broken Antler Fen church burner

He drew in a breath and stood, letting it out through his nose. Caracal still hadn’t made up his mind about dropping by the caldera, so he began to mosey aimlessly. He was getting a bit hungry, so maybe he should try to find some small game to track.

The shout startled him, causing him to whip toward the sound of the voice, eyes wide. He recognized Bridget almost immediately, even from a distance, though his attention was immediately drawn to her missing leg. Caracal gawped, her words failing to register.

Still staring, he trotted nearer with a breathy, Bridget? His voice was a mix of delight and disbelief. Despite her changed appearance, Caracal suddenly beamed. Hey! It’s me, Caracal! He’d been quite a bit younger the last time they’d seen one another, it made him wonder if she recognized or remembered him at all. But he had never forgotten her.