Wheeling Gull Isle still cutting shapes

He couldn’t tell if his words enticed her in any way. Caracal wasn’t even sure she understood them. His lips pursed as he took a seat beside her, peering speculatively at the patchwork puppy.

How come none of you guys talk, hmm? he questioned rhetorically. Do you at least understand what I’m saying?

He wondered if maybe they suffered defects from those strange first days of their lives. The thought hurt his heart, though Caracal didn’t love them any less. He had been a little bit thrown by the mysterious quartet at first, though by now he’d come to think of them as his own.