Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

The tide pools drew her attention and Caracal loped after her like a shadow, keeping a close eye on the child lest she come into any kind of harm. Just thinking that word made him cringe inwardly, remembering the instant when his sleepy fist had connected with her small, soft body. It made him sick to his soul.

And though she had already moved past it, he decided he would feel better if he did some kind of penance. It came to him almost immediately: he would not let himself sleep in the den for a few days. He would ask the other adults to keep watch while he isolated himself elsewhere. This would have the added benefit of preventing any further accidents.

He would have to tell @Heda about it, he knew. He dreaded confessing to her, though he would be honest with his wife and explain why he wanted to keep away from their family, just for a few days. Hopefully she would agree that it was the right course of action. If she didn’t, Caracal knew he could at the very least trust in her counsel.