Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

He drifted along the shore this fine March morning, glancing upward when the sun peeked out from behind thick, woolly clouds. It just as soon went back into hiding as a strong wind buffeted against Carcal’s slim body, tousling his fur and ruffling the water. His attention turned to the choppy surf before he looked beyond it, to the mainland.

Every day, he hoped to see @Killdeer and @Fennec appear along the strip of beach across the channel. For now, there was no one there. Caracal licked his dry lips and continued moseying, his mind turning now toward a midday meal. Maybe he could catch something in the shallows and bring it back to @Heda.