Wheeling Gull Isle The promises were spoiled before they left your lips

He went looking for Killdeer today, though he found Fennec instead. Caracal paused in his step, then approached his older sister. He knew she couldn’t see, though her eyes were open, so at least he wasn’t interrupting a nap. He let out a little yip to make sure she knew he was there.

Heya, he greeted, flopping down beside her. How’s island life treating ya?

Caracal wondered if she knew about the other arrivals. He made a note to mention them, just in case, even as he once again pondered whether this handful of wolves could possibly become an official pack. He didn’t want want to get his hopes up, though Caracal wasn’t above a little begging, either.