Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

This intruder seemed way too old for the childish sob story, though despite Caracal’s commanding demesne, the truth was they were both at Heda’s mercy. He glanced at her, hoping she would feel the reprieve of his decision, only she countered it by suggesting she and the yearling speak on the mainland. He felt a flicker of confusion which telegraphed across his face, though he only nodded in silent support.

Kai, let’s go back to the hills, Caracal murmured, eyeballing the sniveling stranger and then planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek before disembarking with his son.