Wheeling Gull Isle For the wages of sin is death

aw but maybe @Malakai ?<3

He prayed.

By the ocean shore, drenched in scent of salt and sea, he bowed to the faceless God. His fur is wilted, eyes marred by the calloused steps of the forsaken. They were lost, oh, so profoundly lost. They were lost. Judah had been lost. Caracal, lost.

Heda, lost.

His pleas echoed through the tumultuous silence. He prayed for her safe travels. That her children might grow strong, mighty. That Caracal may be now freed of pain. He prayed, oh, mighty God, to guide them through the tragedy of their misfortunes. He yearned for her to rediscover the radiance of His benevolent light. Redhawks, who had found him and took him to nurture, who His good graces took him to, now abandoned their sanctuary. It is only him now. Only Malakai. Child. And they are-- gone.

He must think fast.