Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

heda snickered and poked him pack, trying to reach past his arms if he raised them to fend her off. "i could eat," she agreed. "i've been fishing here and there but, what did you have in mind?" two of them were suited to hunt larger things.
the deer still roamed parts of the island. she wondered if he would suggest it or if she should. heda stood, swished her tail, rolled her shoulders, and looked brightly toward caracal.