Wheeling Gull Isle the songcord

His heart was pounding, he realized, swaying him along with the sea breeze. Heda could always say “no.” Caracal prepared himself for that possibility, determined not to let it affect their friendship. As long as she was in his life in some capacity, he knew he would be content.

But she said “yes”! He drew in another huge breath, letting it out on a grin. His eyes danced. For a second, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Then, with a boyish laugh, he leaped at her, his forelegs flung wide. He wrapped them around her, pulling Heda against his chest—she could probably feel his crazy heartbeat—before grasping at her shoulders and holding her at arm’s length.

Cool, he said, then laughed and tugged her against himself again, tucking his head over her pale shoulder.