Wheeling Gull Isle revele

Two figures appeared in the distance, moving closer. Caracal bit back a yawn and squinted, his ears splaying when he recognized Mireille beside Everett. He didn’t have much bandwidth to spare for her enmity today, so he decided to engage as little as possible while guiding her to his wife’s bedside.

Mireille’s laugh and smile caught him off guard. They were both rather lovely. Caracal blinked, staring at her uncomprehendingly for a few beats. He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She’s more than all right, he murmured, and so are th-th-they, he added, unable to stifle this yawn.

Caracal shook his head apologetically, then motioned for Mireille and Everett to follow him as he led them uphill toward the place where Heda had whelped his sons and daughter. As soon as he arrived, he placed a kiss on top of his wife’s head and slumped nearby, hoping this encounter would be stimulating enough to keep him awake.