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She didn't take it any further, instead playfully pivoting and suggesting that they resume their hunt. Floki followed obediently, trying to refocus on tracking down a viable scent, but he found that he was distracted. Thoughts of Wildfire swam in his mind, even though she was directly in front of him at that very moment. He really did like her -- more than he had liked anyone else, he supposed, and in a different way. She was one of the few wolves that he was close to outside of his family, and while he loved his mother and his siblings, he could recognize that the way he felt about Wildfire was not at all similar. She sparked a sensation in his heart that he couldn't describe.

Luckily, it seemed that Wildfire was just as preoccupied as he was -- he trailed far behind her for a short while, and when he caught up to her, he found her motionless and staring into space. As he approached, she seemed to jump back into the present and moved forward again. Realizing that he hadn't even sorted out one single scent belonging to a potential prey animal, he cleared his throat and then said, "Found anything yet?" But even as he spoke, he found his gaze was drawn to the sway of Wildfire's hips in front of him; with a cough, he quickly looked away, pretending like he was investigating some shrubbery to his left.