Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

When she reached for his paw, he realized he was a little shaky. Her touch grounded him. Caracal brought his free hand over to lay it on top of hers, so that he held her pale paw between both of his.

Right, he echoed a little faintly, grateful for her open heart and mind.

But even her gracious reception didn’t stop him from looking away at her question. Caracal still held onto her, though he felt heat crowding up under his throat. His ears burned. He felt prickling along his shoulders.

No, he managed. I’m not even sure I want that? I don’t know. I haven’t, like, courted anyone though, like, no girls either, Caracal awkwardly admitted, I mean, aside from marrying you.