Wheeling Gull Isle i’ve got the magic in me

Dinah said that Malakai had pushed her. Although her brother didn’t refute this, he seemed to have done so in defense of Judah. The latter was too busy wailing to explain his interpretation of the situation. Before Caracal could think of soothing him or attempting to untangle the miscommunication between the other two, Simeon saw fit to barrel into the den with a war cry.

UH, M’EXCUSE ME?! the pups’ father shouted, genuinely taken aback by his children’s behavior. Quickly lowering his voice, he added more calmly, Y’all need to use your words, as he gently thrust a foreleg against Simeon’s chest to try to hold him back from his attack. This is not God-approved behavior. Your mama and I raised y’all to be better than this…

Hopefully his kids understood the weight in his gaze as he looked from one to the other, silently encouraging them to behave. In their defense, they were still quite young, though that meant they were impressionable too. It was time to instill an important lesson.

Guys, we don’t hit, shove, yell or any of that heathen junk. Not only is that super uncool, it’s not how God wants you to behave. He wants you to treat everyone else like you want to be treated. You guys all need to take care of and look out for each other. If you want to help Judah, you need to ask him what he needs, not start pushing each other around.

Would they understand? Heck, would they even hear him? Caracal hoped to get through to his children, though he partly expected all hell to break loose, in which case he’d have no choice but to call in his wife for reinforcement.