Wheeling Gull Isle taught me how to build a fire and to spread the word

just a cameo!

A pair of voices trickled near, and Phox perked up at the sound of them, pushing himself clumsily into a lopsided sit. One of the voices he recognized as Seal's, but the other had to have been one of Caracal's daughters. It took him a moment to locate them visually, but soon enough he zeroed in on the two of them chatting away and seeming to enjoy each other's company. It was a blessing, considering all that had happened on this island the last time he had been here. He watched for a little while longer before settling back down, chin resting on his front paws, and drifting back to sleep with the sound of waves crashing in his ears.