Wheeling Gull Isle i’ve got the magic in me

The pups were four weeks old and much more mobile now. Caracal had worried that he would be more exhausted than ever, trying to wrangle them, but they were less outright needy with each passing day. And maybe he was finally adjusting to life as the Wheelers, party of six, because he was still t i r e d but he was finally starting to enjoy himself too.

It was a fine, breezy afternoon right at the cusp of summertime. Caracal nosed @Simeon, @Malakai, @Judah and @Dinah toward the den’s entrance in the hopes they would play there. He flopped down in a sandy sunbeam just outside, eyes squinting against the June glare.