Wheeling Gull Isle do you dream about jesus or quantum mechanics

The den fell into a peaceful hush. Caracal knew it would last only moments before someone fidgeted, fussed, shat themselves or all three. But he clung to this tiny, momentary respite for dear life, lest he lose his mind. And the tranquility—although doomed to be short-lived—gave him an opportunity to remember that his children were blessings.

Officially wrapping in the name of formation! :)