Wheeling Gull Isle plaža

Caracal stared at the strange sound Slavuj made. Well, if it spoke strangely, it made sense that its howl would be peculiar too. Speaking of which, he could only squint uncomprehendingly at the next batch of words out of the creature’s mouth. He only really caught the one: “islander.”

As if cued, Heda appeared with a cry of the creature’s given name. Caracal relaxed at her presence, then tensed when she embraced the weird beast. He let out a breath and coaxed the rigidity out of his muscles.

I’ll just be over here while you catch up with your… friend? Caracal said lightly, pointing up the beach and raising his brows in question as he met his wife’s eyes.