Wheeling Gull Isle bats full of shame

vesper nodded, and left it at that. overwhelm was beginning to take over— they hadn't known what to expect upon returning home (and very often vesper tried not to worry about anything but the present moment), but this might have been the last on the list. they were sure caracal was anxious and eager to return to his mate, and vesper had no desire to further delay him. take care, they said to his retreating form, expending no extra effort to speak louder than if he stood before them.

the darkling retreated further into the gloom of the nighttime first, seeking out what they would use as a den-site. and then they would wander this edge of the isle and hunt, preferring the darkness to harsh daylight, and bid those childhood memories of happiness that rooted here to grow into something real.