Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

He glanced at the shells admiringly before facing Heda again. She referred to him as “papa” and it warmed the cockles of his heart. Caracal decided he liked the sound of it, especially since it paired so well with his wife’s choice.

Hot mama, he remarked loudly, an affectionate smirk playing about his mouth as he turned from the tempting sight of Heda stretching out on the sand.

Some time later, he managed to catch a small shark from the shallows. He padded over to Heda, whose eyes were closed. Smiling around his catch, he reposed nearby and gently deposited it on the sand. Before he woke her, he took a few moments to simply bask beside her, the April sun warm on his back and the salty breeze tousling his red furs.

At length, he nudged the dead shark toward his mate until its little snout bumped into Heda, all the while singing, Baby shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, baby shark…