Wheeling Gull Isle bats full of shame

You—? he repeated after her, head rearing back in surprise, You know your way around? You’ve been here before?

He pressed his tongue to the slick inside of his cheek as he mulled. So she hadn’t turned up here by total coincidence, seeking a safe harbor during her season. Vesper had sought out this place. Caracal tried to remember if he knew anything about this connection, though he gave up rather quickly. They’d really only had that one conversation.

Well, cool! It’s my favorite place in the whole wide world, he said cheerfully, and I’ve been to quite a few. Anyway, though, mi casa es su casa and all that. I’ll check in with you later then, if that’s cool.

He cocked a paw in a little wave, then turned and glanced up at The Greenhills. He didn’t want to return to Heda empty-handed, though he also didn’t want her to be alarmed should she catch a whiff of Vesper’s scent on the breeze. So he trekked uphill to tell her of his cousin’s arrival and vowed to find her a snack before the pair of them settled in for the night.

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