Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

Caracal would never forgive @Everett for naming one of the kids Tzedeq Zerach. Like, seriously. How was he ever supposed to pronounce that?

I hope it’s cool if I call you Z, he mumbled under his breath, earning a curious glance from @Manea seated nearby. Oh, just talking to myself, he said to her, flapping a hand and grinning sheepishly.

All eight puppies were growing fast. They were still a lot to handle—especially with Towhee gone now—but Caracal felt like they’d kind of hit a good rhythm again. It helped that the older ones were at an age where they could help with the younger ones a bit.

He was still a bit sleep-deprived and could feel his eyes growing heavy, so to stave off a nap, Caracal bounced to his feet and hollered, Okay, guys! Who wants to help me find Psalm? Anyone who wants to stay here can hang out with Manea, otherwise I’m going this way.

He pointed a little south of their current location and began marching that way, wondering who might fall into step behind him.

Tags for invitation and/or reference; no obligation! @Abel Elam @Anathema @Ava Macaroni @Dinah @Judah @Malakai @Saint @Simeon