Wheeling Gull Isle teik

For the moment, he didn’t reply to his wife’s speculations, though later on he would find himself wondering. He had been so invested in simply surviving their infancy, Caracal honestly hadn’t spared a single thought toward what they would be like as they matured and became grownups. It was almost unfathomable right now, though in the nights to come, he would spend hours pondering his children’s futures.

Presently, he laughingly answered, I think we’re a few blowholes short of being able to join a pod, although how cool would that be?!

His eyes glittered as he dreamed of it, his eyes meeting hers as she imaigned it too. For a moment, Caracal indulged them in this fanciful, lighthearted daydream, closing it with a thoughtful hum.

So, back to—what’s his name again? Ah, right. You want him to train as a sitter? he checked in with his wife. I guess we can start that by supervising some playtime with the pups and whatnot. He doesn’t strike me as a particularly confident little fella, so we should probably work on building that up with him…? he thought out loud.