Moonspear Running with the boys

An answering howl lifted into the air from somewhere in the forest below. A grin broke out on Wildfire's face as she leaped downward, nearly stumbling tail over teakettle down the slope. Fortunately, she managed to keep her footing (barely) and made it to even ground, her paws thumping as she finally captured Floki's scent and followed it into the trees. They were less leafy these days, their splendorous foliage having faded and fallen to the ground to crunch underfoot.

"Hey!" she greeted him breathlessly, digging her heels into the ground and sliding into home so that her nose bumped a little roughly into the side of his neck. "Sorry," she said with a smile before pulling back and planting a lick on his cheek. "Sorry," she repeated, albeit for a different reason, "I didn't mean to disappear like that. Everything sort of caught up to me," Wildfire said honestly, "so I took a few days to be by myself. I'm feeling better now. How're things?" she questioned, unable to keep from touching him with her nose every few seconds as her black tail stirred the cool air.