Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

He’d hoped his little spiel might put Judah at ease, though that wasn’t the case. Caracal gazed down at the young man clutching at him in abject terror. He gave Judah a tighter squeeze, nodding, though before he could reply, Malakai spoke.

Yes, we’re safe here, he firmly reassured, but we can head home. We’ll come back and find Psalm another time.

Nudging Judah toward the island’s interior, he let go of him and glanced between the boys before declaring, Last one to the den’s a moldy pile of manatee dung!