Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

His heart sank for her when she confirmed Bartholomew knew how she felt and clearly did not reciprocate. Caracal gently extracted his nearer forepaw and leaned back so he could throw that leg over her shoulder in a loose, companionable hug.

Heda’s next comment caught him by surprise. He still held onto her but he leaned away slightly to better see her face in the starlight. Caracal’s lips formed a questioning moue, though he let her finish, then gave himself a moment to process.

That was a serious ask. Caracal wanted to agree, though he knew he should check himself before he wrecked himself. He loved this island so far but what if he grew restless again? What if he wanted to leave to continue his rambling lifestyle?

I definitely won’t be a stranger, was all he could offer her for now, though he hoped he could one day promise her more in good faith. Can I ask… who’ll father them? Mireille’s brother? he guessed.