Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

Judah amused himself by tagging his father before darting back into the den. Back and forth he went, laughing boyishly the whole while. Caracal smiled tiredly, just happy that Judah was happy. That was all that mattered, right?

You’re getting some sick air there, Caracal acknowledged with a huff of laughter. You know what else you can do with legs as long as yours? Give your papa a big ole hug.

Caracal stretched his arms open wide, dearly hoping Judah would oblige him. It wasn’t just a low-key effort to get his son outside, he could honestly really use a hug right about now.