Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

She told me this place feels like a prison to her, Caracal said if only to ease Killdeer’s mind a little, which I guess makes sense, even if it sucks. But I don’t get why she wouldn’t want to live near mom, at the very least…

They could sit here and speculate all day but it didn’t matter. Fennec’s reasoning was her own and might not even make sense to them. It made no difference, if Killdeer was intent on staying with her regardless.

I still think it’s cool if you want to support your mom, Caracal said slowly, but what if you want to find a mate and start a family? Like, is that something you want? Let’s say your mom was still happily married and you didn’t have to take care of her. What would you wanna do with your life, man?

Just in case that felt too pointed, Caracal reached out and placed a paw on Killdeer’s shoulder blade. He squeezed. He didn’t meant to put Killer on the spot or pressure him. He just wanted to keep it real.