Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

The moment was almost painfully intimate, though Caracal didn’t shy away from it. Heda did, though, or at least that’s how it seemed as she stiffened and then wriggled away, a strange look on her face. He let his paw trail away from where it touched her, a soft smile of patient understanding on his face.

Yeah? he echoed for lack of anything better to say. There’s only one way to mark the end of a crazy day: with a long nap! He paused, then thought aloud, I’ve kind of just been sleeping wherever, though I guess now that I plan to stay, I should sort out a den or something, huh?