Wheeling Gull Isle sour handover

Ugly thoughts plagued him as Caracal stomped through the surf, the stormy sky reflecting his present mood. He hadn’t slept at all the night before and now his brain flickered with terrible and increasingly insane notions.

Was he a bad father, despite all his efforts?

Were the newest four even his or were they @Everett’s?

(Did he even want them to be his?)

If Everett was their father and @Heda was their mother, where did that leave Caracal?

Was there a special connection between those two?

AUGH!!! Caracal shouted in frustration, slamming a fist into the breakers.

He began wading deeper into the saltwater, because where else should he pour these horrid emotions? Caracal began to cry somewhere in there, the sound of it drowned out by a peal of thunder.