Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

She pointed out the dark silhouette in the distance before mentioning where he could find her. Caracal tipped his head to glance upward, then looked back to Heda’s face and nodded in ackowledgement.

Sounds good, he said as he moved in to bump her cheek. I’ll see you later.

Caracal bit back the “wifey” that nearly sprang off his tongue, then stepped back. He flashed her a grin, then turned and made his way toward the two great boulders where Bartholomew waited, seagulls circling noisily overhead.