Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

I can see why, Caracal replied breezily, despite a feeling of consternation over her immediately previous words.

Was she trying to get him to stay? He’d mentioned he wanted to hang out for a few days, though Noncommittal was Caracal’s middle name. He knew better than to pledge to a pack without thinking, no matter his connections there. In fact, he still doubted he would ever be suited to pack life.

But he had to admit—especially when he paused and took in the ocean view from this downward angle—nothing could top this place, could it? He really understood why Heda had not only chosen it but stayed here when things evidently fell apart.

Hey, I can’t promise I’ll stick around forever, he found himself saying, but I can hang out for a while, if you want? I mean, this place is incredible but I didn’t realize how nice it would be to see a familiar face too.