Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

Heda spoke softly and he listened to every word. Caracal didn’t reply right away, casting his eyes around the cave’s damp interior as he padded after her. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable night of his life, though he didn’t think it was that big of an ask. He couldn’t be sure what would truly come of it and he knew he’d miss her, after already spending time apart. But he gave it some thought before deciding.

Hmmm, okay, I can do that, he told her, bumping her cheek with his nose. I’ll miss you but I’m cool to hang with God for a lil’ bit, he added, hoping his casual tone wouldn’t somehow offend her.

He returned to looking around the cavern, stepping softly alongside the flow of water. Caracal bent to dip his tongue in it, noting that it was fresh with a hint of brine. He meandered further into its depths, eyes squinting in the gloom, and when he turned back to look at Heda, she was a dark silhouette back-lit by the white February sky.

See you in a couple days? he said, wondering where Heda meant to go in the meantime but deciding to let her volunteer that information if she wished before leaving him here.