Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

She’s grood! Caracal replied instantaneously, then ducked his head with a laugh. I went to say ‘good’ and ‘great’ at the same time. He snorted again. And, well, it takes about two months from conception to birth, so… a little less than two months from now, if everything takes!

He beamed at the thought, though it slipped when he registered what Killdeer had said about visiting. So, he didn’t plan on staying. Caracal thought about his less than pleasant conversation with Fennec. There was no chance he was going to get mad at Killdeer, though of course they ought to have a proper conversation.

You don’t think you’ll be staying then? Caracal asked, trying to keep his tone light, although there was a slightest edge of whininess as he added, Is it ‘cause your mom doesn’t want to stay?