Wheeling Gull Isle bats full of shame

She didn’t seem to follow what he was saying, prompting Caracal to try jogging her memory by replying, Yeah, remember that time you got on the wrong side of a wolverine? And I helped you treat your cuts? I never did tell anyone about your fights, he finished with a huff of laughter.

He only wished he could remember her name, though. It would be awkward to ask, seeing as they knew one another already. And they were cousins! Although maybe she wouldn’t take offense, considering she might not even remember him at all…

Hey, what— he began to ask, only for the evening wind to shift and bluster her scent full in his face.

He’d like to think it was because he was a married man now but, honestly, it was much more likely he was just too spent to find the scent alluring. The fact that she was his cousin was probably part of it too. Caracal wrinkled his nose and took a step backward, both movements unconscious.

Catching himself, he cleared his throat and said, What brings you here? Caracal flapped a paw at her, indicating her current state as he added, Do you need somewhere safe to stay—uh, during?