Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

He put his chin on his forepaws and listened to Caracal's undoubtedly sound advice. How was he so far ahead, given their difference of only a few moons? Caracal had an island, a wife, kids on the way.

Killdeer had. . .his mommy.

God, that sounded bad.

Thanks, he replied, giving a feeble chuckle in reply to the trailing joke. I'll have to figure it out. Once we get settled, maybe I'll find some luck.

He glanced up at Caracal. You're the shit, you know that?