Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

Caracal wondered what exactly had made John leave his birthplace. He’d said God had led him here… but how had it happened? Had He come to John in a dream, commanding him to set out? Or was it something much simpler, like a stirring deep inside him that had compelled him to wander?

Before he could think to ask, John posed a question of his own. Surely he’d come across some of the island’s inhabitants since his arrival, though Caracal was happy to provide a shortlist of names.

We have more pups than adults, that’s for sure. There’s Heda, myself, Everett, Manea and Vesper in the latter camp. Our kids are Simeon, Malakai, Judah, Dinah, Ava, Ana, Abel and Z.

He could explain the whole situation with the youngest four, though Caracal didn’t feel the need to make any particular disclaimers or distinctions. They were all his and Heda’s. Of course, Everett was an important figure too, but so were the others. It took a village and they functioned as a tightly-knit family unit.

So, aside from playing lifeguard, what have you come here to do, John? Caracal asked lightly, curious what sort of life the man hoped to carve for himself on Wheeling Gull.