Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

He didn’t really expect a reply. He started thinking about making the swim, just to check out the island again. Caracal was a stronger swimmer now, though he wondered what would happen if he got saltwater in his one working eye. What if he was rendered blind and drowned?

“Caracal, it’s Heda.”

Caracal blinked, then yelled, What?! No way!

But she wouldn’t hear his shout from here, of course, and now he had to make the swim. What the hell were the odds he would cross paths with his “wife” upon returning to this end of the wilds?

“Well, hey, wifey!” he howled back exuberantly as he scampered toward the water’s edge, only to hesitate. “I’m on the mainland, should I make my way over…?”