Wheeling Gull Isle drink and shout

Heda appeared, her eyes sparkling and her fur ruffling in the sea breeze. Caracal smiled softly, dopily, at her. He loved her so much. Had he told her that lately?

Wifey, he crooned. You’re so pretty, he said, reaching out to touch her face in awe.

Instead of soft, it was hard. Her eyes were harder. Her voice was hardest of all. It clobbered him over the head and he suddenly realized she’d been crying. Caracal blinked, trying to make sense of the situation.

Wha—? he began to ask when she insisted they were leaving, then hurled an accusation at him.

Very slowly, his brow furrowed. His face crumpled. He jerked back from Heda, staring at her. His heart was beating hard in his chest and his legs felt like jelly. Caracal lost his balance and fell onto a hip, all the while still looking uncomprehendingly at his wife.

Fuck did… you just say to me…?