Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

In response to Caracal’s question, Bartholomew offered to prepare a place for him to rest. The yearling blinked and then smiled brightly, touched by this very generous offer. He had come across a lot of wolves in his travels, though nobody had welcomed him so readily.

Yeah, man, sounds good. Thanks! Caracal said, bobbing his head as Bartholomew turned away.

His eyes flicked back to Heda when she mentioned a tour, one dull but the other brightening at the offer. He bobbed his head again, this time a bit more enthusiastically, and motioned for her to take point.

So how’d all this come about? he asked as they began to walk together. Like, how did you end up here? You seem different than when we got married, Caracal quipped, brushing her shoulder to show he meant nothing by it, which isn’t a bad thing! You’re happy, that’s all that matters, right?