Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

As Ava bounded ahead, Caracal straightened and touched the spot on his jaw where she’d kissed him, eyes soft. It was like absolution, though he was still determined to do his penance later. For now, he must keep his attention on her and make certain this peculiar object on the beach didn’t pose any danger.

Hopping after her, Caracal partly inserted himself between Ava and the… thing. He held up a paw to get her to slow to a stop, then coaxed her closer with another twitch of his wrist. Together, they would examine the peculiarity.

It’s beautiful, he observed aloud with a little gasp. Isn’t it? he said, catching Ava’s eye. Don’t touch it, Caracal advised in the next breath. It looks fragile… and slimy… and did I mention beautiful? It looks like little flowers.