Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

Caracal posited, That’s a wonderful vocation. I’d think it’d require you to travel outside the island a lot, since it’s all those godless landlubbers who need teaching. That was a joke, of course, and he hoped that came across. But, seriously, what if you treated this place like a home base and traveled to spread the word of God? I mean, is that what you meant?

He laughed a little self-deprecatingly, certain he hadn’t articulated that very well. But hopefully John understood what he meant? He looked at his face, even as he moved closer to a familiar tide pool. Caracal was pretty sure the tide was on its way out, which meant they might find plenty of snacks trapped in the intertidal zone.