Nimbus Summit It's only water and sand

Why, Caracal blurted between breaths, before he could stop himself. Why did everybody around here have such complicated names, except for good ole Lane? Why, it’s so nice to meet you! he attempted to save face, the sentiment genuine, at least. Sure, he added, waving tail picking up speed as he pivoted to flank the older man.

You can call me Cal, he said as they fell into step with each other. He could still feel his heart pounding against his ribs, his breath a bit short. He desperately hoped this Tuuluuwaq would offer up a nickname of his own, otherwise Caracal was going to be going around this place calling everyone “hey, you!”