Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

She rolled away and Caracal raised his foreleg to avoid trapping her, otherwise remaining in his position hovering over Heda. He smiled down at the sound of her breathy giggling, the expression deepening at her declaration.

Oh, yeah? What I love about you, he rejoined, is your ability to adapt and overcome, making the most of life even after it takes a giant, smelly shit on your head. He barked a laugh. And this, he added after a second, voice softer as he curled a toe into the shock of red trailing at the nape of her neck.