Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

no such apprehension or guilt shown in ava’s inquisitive features. she peered back at caracal as he placed her upon the ground, reaching to gingerly feel the new mark ava had lovingly left upon his disabused eye. 

while silent, her ears pricked as he mentioned a walk on the beach. yes! she would very much like that — in a matter of seconds her sulky mood was forgotten (as was the injury she’d caused her father’s person) and she was bouncing up and down at his feet, aiming a nip or two at any exposed toes as if to tell him to get to stepping.