Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

He was back in the old neighborhood, which meant he ought to make a beeline to Mereo to check in with Towhee and Killdeer. But he figured he’d been gone so long, a few days wouldn’t make a difference. And he was enjoying a foray by the seaside.

Caracal stopped in his tracks and turned his one working eye toward an island. As soon as he spotted it, he could hear his own voice from the past. “Last one there’s a moldy ballsack!” Presently, he snorted loudly and bucked his head, grinning as he recollected how he and his best buddy had nearly drowned right here.

He didn’t see movement on the distant shore, though just for fun, Caracal decided to toss back his head and howl, “Hey, is anybody hooome?”