Wheeling Gull Isle take you to the grave i'll ghost

Little Tzedeq didn’t seem particularly amused by the slimy green thing thrust in his face. Caracal laughed as he batted it away. It was tempting to persist, though he despite his jokey nature, he wasn’t really one to tease his kids much. It didn’t seem a very godly thing to do.

Letting the kelp tumble to the ground like so much verdant rope, Caracal sniffed and tried to catch the pup’s eye. Along with @Anathema, he was the most difficult for the young father to read. He seemed quiet and withdrawn much of the time, as if maybe he didn’t want to be here. Caracal wondered if the pups had any memory of their life before the island.

Is there anything in particular you’d like to do today, Z? I’m all yours, if you want me, Caracal offered, grinning and spreading his paws.