Wheeling Gull Isle the songcord

And just like that, the island emptied of nearly all its inhabitants.

Caracal wandered the shore facing the mainland, a bracing morning wind tousling his red fur. He pointed his fox-like snout upward, sifting through the scents—salt, chiefly—before pivoting and looking toward The Greenhills.

Was @Heda up there? Was anyone else left, besides the two of them? He hadn’t seen Bartholomew in quite a while. Frowning thoughtfully, Caracal howled to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere.

This can be AW/RO if you don’t have room or time.