Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

Caracal listened to his wife’s musings with a cock of his head and a twitch of his lips. It was his pleasure to look after her, just like he would be more than happy to support any endeavor she undertook. Whatever she wished in regards to their family name, he would likewise defer to her wishes.

You’ve had a lot on your mind! he acknowledged, kissing her cheek. That all sounds good to me. Well, except for the part where you feel sick and tired, Caracal amended. Just remember, you can’t pour from an empty cup and all that. You have to look after yourself if you wanna have the energy to look after babies… and subordinates.

His head tilted at that. Caracal wondered what needed to be done in order to reform the pack officially. Maybe it was as simple as Heda declaring her intention? He didn’t know but he could always ask.

Just let me know what you need from me, okay? he reminded her affectionately, glancing at the nearby kelp again. Were you able to catch anything? If not, you can relax and I’d be happy to get you something, mama. Caracal couldn’t resist wiggling his eyebrows as he tested that out, adding, Does this mean I should go by papa?