Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

Each name she spoke made his heart pang a little. Were they all still at the summit? The way Heda talked, it didn’t sound like she thought they still lived there. He bit at his lip, ducking his head as he thought of Lane in particular. Man, he’d really let her down, hadn’t he?

Maybe sticking around here a bit—and hanging out with Bartholomew—will help me resolve some of this old guilt? he said in way of answer, smiling lopsidedly. But yeah, I think about them but at the same time, I probably won’t go back to check or anything, Caracal admitted.

But there were wolves he wanted to visit, especially if he would be in the area for the foreseeable future. That was a thought for future Caracal, though. Right now, he wanted to focus on the present moment and enjoy what remained of the tour with Heda before she delivered him back to Bartholomew.