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

“Ohhh all da way out dere,” his voice falls a bit. "I don think I go dere, Papa." That was a scary place- Judah resolves never to lay paw quite as far as that.

His spirits are quick to perk again when he and Caracal pass under a tree, the sensation of dappled hot and cool, the glow of light and shadow patching across his father’s back drew an admiring exclamation as he tried to paw at dots of gold- like treasure!

It was all so overwhelming, this grand world of theirs, but in an exciting way! So long as he wasn’t going alone he wanted to see it all!

“Papa, was da bes thing see? Favoride?” He asks his father, wondering if he could have a favored spot on the island, with so much neat stuff around.