Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

All good!

Caracal did as Heda asked and checked on the patient, though he only gave him a cursory examination and muttered to his friend that she’d already done everything there was to do. Truthfully, he couldn’t stand looking at the kid’s mutilated eye. He wanted to help but he’d totally lost his taste for medicine.

He found Heda holding vigil under the dark skies and took a seat beside her. His lips pursed at her words. He had no argument with them. Heda was right: they’d seen a lot of wayward wolves on the island’s shore lately, himself included.

What does God have against eyes? he wondered with a touch of humor. My uncle is blind in one eye, my sister is blind in both eyes, then there’s me… and this poor kid… seriously, what’s the deal with that?