Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

He could’ve used the very same words to describe his own expedition. Caracal would get around to that but, for now, he wanted to hear more about Heda’s experience. He supposed it was good that Sapphique was recovering but what did that look like? What did it mean?

Before he could press for details, she pulled him toward her. Caracal went willingly, brows raising in slight surprise when she kissed him soundly. His lips then curved into a smile as they parted. His eyes were warm as they flicked between each of hers. Without being particularly aware he was doing it, Caracal brought up his free leg to touch at the red fur at the back of her neck.

How is Mireille? he asked.

He thought of crossing paths with the red she-wolf some nights past. She had been distraught. Was she better now that she was reunited with her pack and their home? What had she found when she’d returned to Sapphique? His eyes—one clear, the other cloudy—were filled with questions as he waited to hear more.