Wheeling Gull Isle count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky

He pretended to quiver in fear at his son’s fearsome declaration, though Caracal couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up out of him. It wasn’t derisive in the least, merely an expression of his affectionate joy over his son. His whole body writhed with it, so he gently pushed Malakai off him and rolled onto his belly beside the pup.

It seems to me you don’t need me to teach you anything about fighting, M&M, he joshed, poking at his boy with a toe. But I have another idea, if you’re game. What if I baptized you, with your new name? Then we can play in the water and stuff. Whaddaya think, holy fighter?