Wheeling Gull Isle revele

The howl startled Caracal awake. He sat up with a snort, completely disoriented. Where was he? He looked around groggily, though it took a couple more seconds for him to remember. He had come to the lavender field to gather some flowers and herbs for his wife. He must have fallen asleep while collecting. As a matter of fact, there were several leaves stuck to his cheek, which he brushed off as he leaped to his feet.

He needed to get back to Heda and the puppies! But wait, who had called? Caracal stood there owlishly for several beats, trying to rewind the sound in his head. But it was useless. He started making his way toward the hills, calling out to let his mate know he was en route and, in the very next breath, telling the mysterious caller to come meet him at the foot of the slope.