Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

caracal stumbled once, and twice. heda felt apologetic for how fast she had been going and returned at once to his side. "no geese."
he went on to say he had stopped being a medic and thrown off the expectations of hunting as well. heda glanced in amusement at him. "well, here you can be anything you'd like." and now she wondered what that would be.
the ground here was loamy, soft. she flexed her toes against it and sighed with a little pleasure. "i really do love it in this place."