Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

for some new and unspoken reason, this made heat rise in heda's cheeks. but she nodded and lifted her paw toward the greenhills.
"at the very top, under the skies. when it's bad out, i have a little shelter," boughs over two boulders.
a pause. her golden eyes moved toward caracal. "do you want to come up there sometime? you're always welcome. i'm — awake a lot, at night."