Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

The hour grew late and Caracal yearned to return to @Heda, though he refused to give up until he found them something to eat. After several failed attempts to rustle up some small game, he paced to and fro in the barren lavender fields. He really didn’t want to cross to the mainland and leave both his wife and Vesper unprotected, though eventually he broke his pattern and headed to the land bridge.

He found a stranger standing not far from the archway and it stopped him short. Caracal was an easygoing, sociable guy, though the sight of a very large, stocky man standing there on the beach made him hell’a uneasy. Had he smelled the two she-wolves? He was a lover, not a fighter, not to mention rather puny compared to this guy. But if this white dude was after the girls, then Caracal would absolutely fight him (and probably lose… and die…).

Hey, man, he shouted after summoning up all his bravado, marching over to the stranger, can I help you?

Without realizing he was doing it, Caracal sent up a little prayer that God would protect the island’s inhabitants.