Moonspear Korean BBQ

Floki listened and nodded, learning in the process that Wildfire had chosen small quarry as her hunting specialty. What she said was true -- just putting his nose to the ground and inhaling resulted in an overwhelming variety of scents, and it would take practice to train himself to pick out the trail he wanted to follow. They were lucky to live at Moonspear, where the prey was plentiful and diverse, especially in the forest around the mountain's base.

Dutifully, he followed her as she started to move. He wandered a few paces behind her, his gaze roving over the leafy landscape absently until Wildfire suddenly came to a halt and turned her body to prevent him from going further. He drew up short, brows raised and ears pricked in mild alarm and curiosity. But it was quickly established that nothing was wrong -- rather, Wildfire had something on her mind other than hunting.

"Kiss me," she demanded quietly, and his ears fanned bashfully to the side. After only a brief hesitation, he did as he was told, closing the small gap between them and gently pressing his nose to her cheek. He held it there for a long moment, then his tongue flicked out to touch the corner of her dark lips. Just that simple gesture was enough to set his heart racing.