Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

Killdeer didn’t need to explain himself to Caracal, though he was more than willing to listen if Killer needed to unload. Caracal sat back on his haunches, wincing a little and shifting when a seashell poked him in the booty.

Why doesn’t she want to be around anywhere or anyone else? Caracal wondered. Before Killer could reply to that, he added, ‘Cause we have mates and she doesn’t? I mean, it sucks that her ships didn’t work out—especially with your dad—but, like… He shook his head. And just ‘cause I’m with Heda doesn’t mean I don’t want you guys around. It has nothing to do with it, although I would love some help with the kiddos…

He hadn’t planned on saying all that. Caracal didn’t want to make Killdeer feel bad or, worse, try to split him up from Fennec. But he also wanted to be honest and understand the situation. He wanted everyone to be happy, especially Killdeer, but even grumpy ole Fennec.