Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

The contrast in the twins’ reactions amused him even as Caracal turned his upper body to sling a comforting arm over Judah’s shoulder. He tugged the pup’s quivering body closer to his own, feeling that fear was actually a responsible reaction here.

It’s a blackfish! They’re like dolphins but even bigger, he said in an awed voice as the orca sank back out of sight. I’ve heard some refer to them as the wolves of the sea, he excitedly shared with his boys. So it’s a friend, not food. On that note, though, stay well clear of the water if you ever see one…

He nudged his sons further back from the surf, just to be extra cautious. Caracal had also heard they sometimes threw themselves onto the beach to catch prey. Both he and the pups were small enough to be mistaken for fish food, he supposed, and while the creature amazed him, he didn’t feel like getting eaten today.

Psalm definitely won’t be around if that guy’s out and about, he thought aloud, glancing over his shoulder to see the whale surface for a breath a bit further out at sea. They’re the apex predator out there, like we are here on land. And just like we have bears and mountain lions to compete with, they have sharks and stuff.

He paused in his National Geographic spiel to look at his sons’ faces and answer any questions they might want to shoot at him.