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

Caracal’s head reared back as Fennec’s temperament suddenly shifted. At first the island was remote, now she called it a prison. She insisted there was no possibility she’d even consider it, citing a valid concern about accessibility.

He was so taken aback, he didn’t know how to respond. His stomach sank. If Fennec didn’t want to stay here, that was her call. Did that mean Killdeer wouldn’t consider it though? Her phrasing made him swallow thickly, her tone made him afraid to even ask.

In the ensuing silence, he thought of their previous encounter. It would suck if Killer left with his mom, though maybe it was for the best if Fennec didn’t stay here. Caracal felt a little bad for thinking it but his sister was kind of a moody jerk.