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

No play? he repeated, sure he must have misunderstood.

What puppy didn’t want to play? Caracal frowned thoughtfully at the youngster, head tilting. How strange that someone so young should behave like this. Perhaps he was an old soul.

Then Tzedeq said something about searching for pretty rocks. Caracal’s lips pulled into a small smile. The pup’s languid attitude still waved a little red flag in his head. He’d experienced trauma as a baby that had resurfaced later on… might that be what was happening here, with Z and the rest of the adopted litter?

Putting that thought away for now, Caracal said, Sure thing! Lead the way, Z. We can gather as many as we can find, maybe start a collection?