Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

Now his other paw slipped free so Caracal could turn his body and toss his other foreleg around Heda’s neck, pulling her against him in a proper hug. He touched his nose to her cheek before slotting his neck over her shoulder blade, hoping the closeness would comfort her.

Over her shoulder, he said, Hey, we’ll figure it out, only realizing he’d said “we” rather than “you” after the words were already spoken to the silver sands behind Heda.

Pulling back, he kept his forelegs braced on her shoulders. Caracal gave her a brief, friendly shake, then freed his right forepaw to touch at Heda’s cheek. He brushed at her tears. It felt a little silly, a move that belonged in some cheesy rom-com, but he didn’t care.