Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

She came rushing back toward him, looking a little worried for a minute. Caracal waved his paw to show he was okay, at which point Heda burst into laughter. The sound was contagious and soon he was chortling right along with her.

I dunno, God made me this way, he replied without missing a beat, springing back to his feet and brushing the sand from his coat. Alright, let’s scuttle, he said a moment later. Get it? ‘Cause crabs scuttle…?

Laughing like an idiot, Caracal broke into an easy trot this time. All this running around and falling down was making him even hungrier. He looked ahead to the distant palm forest, licking his jowls at the thought of the crunchy feast to come.

Since we have a newer one, I figured I’d offer a fade, though I’m game to continue if you need this for a trade or anything! :)