Wheeling Gull Isle revele

Since he had heard first the anguished cries, followed hours later by the joyful news of Heda’s delivery, Everett had stayed clear of the whelping den and much of the island’s center to keep watch over the shoreline while the parents cared for their young. They would both be needed, he knew, father as much as mother, and he would be needed here.

Everett frequented the hills that overlooked the land bridge, and on today’s particular route, saw the first sign of activity. He descended to meet her but could not catch her scent o’er the brine. Just a note of curiosity from her lips.

She did not seem hostile. Perhaps a friend, by the way Caracal’s voice rose next to invite her closer in.

Welcome, he greeted the fire woman, who stood like a flame between the seas, I am Everett, and this is Sweetharbor. May I escort you to Caracal? He wouldn’t have been so bold to ask if Caracal hadn’t invited her first, but he had, and this made all the difference.