Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

His brow furrowed in puzzlement. Just moments ago, John had said he’d had very little fish while growing up. Now he said he and his father would go fishing together every once in a while. Based on what he’d just witnessed, Caracal felt it must’ve happened way more often than that. He couldn’t think of any reason would John would lie but his stories weren’t adding up either.

Sure thing, bone apple teeth! he said, waving a paw and smiling as John departed.

Once he was out of sight, Caracal blinked a few times, turning over that conversation in his head. In the end, he shrugged and chalked it up to modesty or something. It wasn’t really his style to look too closely at such things and, well, John had saved his kids’ lives. He was a boon to Sweetharbor.

Thanks for the lovely thread! :)