Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

He nodded, pursing his lips in thought as Caracal talked about the kids, but his joyful face slipped away when he noticed his friend's slip in mood.

What he said next just confirmed his suspicions.

Yeah, man, I'm sorry, Killdeer replied, frowning. She just isn't happy here. She made it very clear to me—like she feels trapped, and I think maybe being blind and surrounded by water isn't a great combination? But we were never gonna stay.

That hurt to say out loud, but he had to say it. And I have to stick with her, Caracal, he went on. Everybody else has left her, and without me. . .she'd have nobody. And that would make me feel so fucking terrible.

Thus, his current situation. I promise I will visit, he vowed, gathering his slighter-framed friend in a bear hug, if he'd allow it.