Wheeling Gull Isle i’ve got the magic in me

His brow furrowed when instead of four puppies happily gamboling outside to play with him, a fight of some sort erupted in the den. Simeon prowled toward him but looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon. He could hear an ongoing scuffle inside, Dinah growling before shrilly chiding one of her brothers.

Hey, hey, be cool, everybody, Caracal said loudly, climbing onto all fours and ducking his head into the den. What’s going on in here? he asked, hovering in the mouth as his eyes cut from one child to the next.

Dinah was sitting on top of Judah like a broody hen. Was this some sort of wrestling move? Man, she really was a beef cake. Malakai looked like an unhappy referee, though Caracal quickly decided not to make any assumptions. They were young and not particularly articulate yet, but he would wait for an explanation of some kind.