Wheeling Gull Isle seigeda

Caracal lost all sense of time in the darkness of the cave. But five days crawled slowly past and still he did not join his son in the afterlife. No, he lingered. He suffered. He starved. He wept. And through it all, he prayed to a God he knew had abandoned him.

He deserved all of it, though he could not fight the instincts which compelled him to drag himself to the water to slake his hideous thirst. That was how his wife would find him: sprawled face-down in the small creek, barely breathing, guilt eating him alive.