Wheeling Gull Isle bats full of shame

He left to fetch supper, planting a wet kiss on @Heda’s cheek before he ventured to the beach. He planned to trawl the shallows as the tide went out, keen to fetch a couple crabs. The thought made Caracal’s mouth water. Lovemaking was quite the workout and the newlyweds had made the most of their makeshift honeymoon.

When he reached the stretch of sand facing the mainland, he glanced absently at it before his eyes dropped to the water to gauge the tide. His gaze then leaped upward again as he squinted at a silhouette on the far shore. Caracal felt his hackles prickle. He wasn’t normally defensive or territorial, yet Heda was still in heat.

Hey! he shouted, moving toward the land bridge still concealed beneath a few inches of freezing seawater.