Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

John seemed utterly delighted to be here. Caracal was glad. Not only had he helped two of his children, he already seemed to be a holy man. This actually intrigued Caracal greatly. How had he independently come to know God and His ways? He had learned everything he knew from Heda, who’d picked it up from Bartholomew. Was it possible John knew the man?

The question John asked made him chew at his lip. Of course, just recently, Caracal had been punishing himself (and the rest of his family, by proxy) for accidentally hurting Ava. But tonight, things would return to normal. They were chaotic, yet good, he supposed.

We’re doing alright, thank you for asking, Caracal replied with a few stirs of his tail. I’ve been eager to get to know you better. Can you tell me a bit more about yourself? he asked, waving his paw to indicate they should continue sauntering along the beach.