Moonspear Happy call

He spoke a few sentimental words of his own and Wildfire finally let out her breath in a long, low whoosh. She smiled, warmth fluttering in her chest when Floki acknowledged the sacrifices she had made to come here. Not many knew how truly difficult it had been for her, how sometimes she still pined for the familiarity of the caldera and all her loved ones back there.

But—"No," she disagreed amiably, eyes sparkling, "I couldn't've. I was always going to end up here, with you." That was so sappy and syrupy that the words seemed to stick in her mouth and glue her throat shut. Wildfire's nose wrinkled and she laughed as she admonished, "Goodness, we're gross," before pressing the tip of her snout to his, their gazes still latched together.

But, eventually, Wildfire pulled her eyes away and nestled her head into the crook between Floki's head and shoulder, happy to lie there with him as night continued to fall around them. "I love you, Floki," she said again, the words sweet in her mouth. Her lips curved around them, forming a soppy smile, and she closed her eyes. "Happy adultery," she sighed contently against his neck, still unaware that that word didn't mean what she thought it meant.

My last post, maybe, I think?! :) <3