Moonspear Take me home

She was no Gamekeeper but Wildfire knew the one hunter among them wouldn't want to leave Finley's side, not after being apart so long. As soon as her aunt gave her the cue, the youth swept away to track something, anything, to hunt and kill. She scrambled around Moonspear for about a quarter of an hour before realizing it would make much more sense to attempt a hunt over on Nocturne Summit. She was much, much more familiar with the terrain over there.

Perhaps ninety minutes after leaving, a breathless and exhausted Wildfire arrived back at Finley's makeshift campsite, a partially rancid white leg clasped in her jaws. She gently set it down by her godmother's front paws, then said, "I think this belonged to a mountain goat. It was hard to tell what it was. I found it. I wouldn't eat the bits there at the end," she said between pants, pointing at the rotting, bloody stump. "The meat here is probably still good," she added, pointing to the more or less intact hoof on the other end.

Sucking in several gulps of air, Wildfire dropped to her haunches again, ignoring the twinges in her ankle as she pressed her flank back against Finley's. She hadn't realized until now that a small part of her had wondered if she would ever feel her godmother's warmth like this again. She felt a little overwhelmed by it all and her amber eyes began to tear, though she blinked them away as much as she could manage.