Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

Being raised by Towhee alongside the twins, Caracal had definitely been put through his paces as far as spars. But he had never specialized as a fighter, nor did he fancy himself a particularly good hunter. He knew Heda would likely dominate him in a play fight. He was okay with that.

She sprang at him and all Caracal did in turn was rear up onto his hind legs. But rather than kick his forelegs like some majestic wild stallion, he flailed them, like a magnificent idiot.