Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

Maybe that reasoning made sense, but he couldn't prove it. He shook his head, looking a little glum.

I dunno, man. I dunno. Because before we came, she didn't know you had a mate, so it can't be that. He inhaled sharply and then sat down in the sand, relishing again the sun's warmth on his belly.

He was silent for a moment, a little rattled by his bestie's words.

I just can't leave her, he said quietly, looking at his forepaws. And so I have to go wherever she wants. Wherever that is.

If it's anywhere. For the first time, Caracal's words sent a flower of doubt blooming in his mind.