Moonspear You are my summer

He looked a little surprised by her offer, which he politely declined. Wildfire bobbed her snout to acknowledge his words. She was happy to provide provisions for her pack mates—in fact, as a huntress in the making, it brought her pleasure—but if he didn't want it, someone else surely would. She vaguely decided to take it back to Floki after all, once they were done here.

But she was in no rush. Her companion's twin intrigued her and Wildfire could not pass up the opportunity to acquaint with a pack mate. "I know a little. I'm a friend of Floki's," she explained, taking a seat beside the gull's broken body. "It's nice to meet you too, Tev. You're welcome to call me Wifi." As she spoke, her eyes traced over his scars. Those must have come from the bear, she assumed.

Nipping at a small itch on her shoulder, Wildfire wondered, "Were you looking for him? Floki, I mean? He's close by. I could take you to him," she offered.