Wheeling Gull Isle screaming meemies

He felt the small boy shiver in his grasp. Caracal breathed in sharply, tightening his hold on Abel. Whether he was cold or his papa’s tale had frightened him, he hoped a little snugger of a snuggle might help.

Okay, he said somewhat inanely, touching his mouth to Abel’s forehead, no more stories. How about I sing a song instead? Or hum, rather…

And so he began, murmuring a melody under his breath and gently rocking the little boy. Caracal felt a yawn coming on and let it steal over him, his ears popping so that he could suddenly hear the crash of the surf in the distance.

We can fade this, if it makes sense!