Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

All he could do was blush at the kind words that were spoken, “I was surprised too, since my natal pack was small, I never knew anyone outside of it.” John replied. 

He appreciated every word caracal had spoke to him of his heroics, but his modesty kicked in, “That’s not necessary. Though I thank you deeply. But perhaps it was simply meant to be.” 

He turned to a new subject, hopefully to move the spotlight. “Who else will I meet on this island?”