Moonspear Lights go down

Rather than answer her question, Floki posed one of his own. She paused, wondering whether to be totally honest with him or gloss over it a bit. She decided to go the latter route and shrugged a petite red shoulder as she said, "No good reason, really." Actually, that was pretty much the truth. The young Beta kept his priorities straight—patrolling mattered more than flouncing around with her—and it wasn't right to get angry at him over it.

"But you're here now, so I'm in a great mood 'cause we can spend some time together," she declared in the next breath, enjoying the sensation as Floki pressed his nose to her cheek, his warm breath washing over her face. "I know it's late but I napped all day," Wildfire commented, smiling cheekily. She knew that, unlike her, Floki was probably worn out after a long, dutiful day.

But she was nothing if not considerate. "Why don't you head up and get comfy," she said, motioning vaguely toward their little sleeping niche up the mountain, "while I grab you something to eat? I'll bring you breakfast in bed! Well, dinner," the Gamma amended with an airy little laugh. "Go," she said, brooking no argument as she tapped his left hip with a forefoot. Wildfire wouldn't depart until he acquiesced.