Wheeling Gull Isle bats full of shame

as caracal led them into the gloom, vesper glanced to the skies behind them, perhaps looking for something. it was only for a moment and might be easily missed by her cousin, for the nostalgic wood smell stole the darkling's attention almost immediately. it was as if wisps of a dream had become reality, the dim memories of the isle sharpening to high definition. vesper had been far too young when they left to have memorized every landmark or trail, but it still felt as familiar as their own bones.

i can find my own game, they told him, not wanting to burden caracal or heda more than they were already. i still know my way around, vesper further clarified. but... thank you. again. the darkling decided the next order of business after they settled in would be to find some food for all three of them. building caches for caracal and his mate was the least vesper could do for the imposition.