Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

Heda took his jesting in stride, meeting him with a more serious but still lighthearted response. Caracal listened and hummed under his breath, pondering whether he could see himself actually staying here.

Then her remark about love earned a bit of a sharper glance. Something had shifted slightly in her demeanor. She seemed more solemn. It had been a hard day, tending to Aquillius. But that didn’t really explain her somber words.

Hey, what about me? Where’s my love? he demanded quietly, a playful note in his voice. Remember when you said you’d never have friends? And I said I’d never consider joining a pack? Caracal pointed out with a laugh. I guess things have changed, huh?

He definitely wouldn’t mind fostering a deeper friendship with her, though Caracal knew he was third in line, at best. There was Mireille, her best friend, and then Bartholomew, whatever he was to her.