Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

I dunno, sometime in the next few weeks, maybe? Caracal asked, shrugging and smiling. I figured as much, he added when she reported no desire to stray from her love, the island, but thought I’d ask. If you ever change your mind and want a travel buddy, you know where to find me!

He grinned and let go of her to bring his forelegs forward and spread them, playfully bonking her in the snoot with his elbow. He laughed into the sea wind, tipping his face skyward to let the winter sun warm his little ginger face.

Soon, Caracal reopened his eyes and slanted his muzzle toward Heda to ask, Hey, you hungry?