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

He seemed keen on the idea, probably because Caracal had suggested it rather than because he knew what it entailed. In fact, he didn’t, and asked what he needed to do with all the enthusiasm and trust in the world. It brought a smile to Caracal’s face and his heart.

We’re, he began to answer, only for Malakai to bolt deeper into the mangroves. Laughing, he loped after him, continuing, We’re just going to wade into some shallows and I’ll bless you by sprinkling some water on your forehead. Sounds pretty basic, doesn’t it? But it’s meant to be meaningful. You’re signifying your dedication to God and formally naming yourself one of his warriors.

He wondered if any of that would give his son pause. It was kind of a big deal, in a sense, even if it was a simple act. Caracal glanced into his face to gauge his expression, even as he struck out a paw to nudge Kai toward the nearest surf line.