Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

It caught him by surprise—and made him hell’a proud—when Judah wandered off on his own without qualm. Caracal rolled his shoulders and watched his son go, planning to mosey in his wake after a moment.

Before he could move, Judah ran back to him. Caracal prepared to scoop him close, in case he’d become afraid. But the little boy merely put a paw on his foreleg and declared his love.

His papa blinked down at him for a beat before a huge grin split his face. He scooped up his son, after all, holding him high and swinging him a moment before carefully pulling him close. Caracal planted a big smooch on his head, then set him back on the ground.

Love you too, Ju, he said with feeling, nudging the boy’s bottom. Now go pick some flowers! I’ll be right behind you, always.