Moonspear Lights go down

Although Floki likely wouldn't admit it to Wildfire, he dozed off while he waited for her to arrive. The longer he was still, the more tempting sleep became. The days since his promotion had been filled with activity after activity, whether it was patrolling the borders independently or shadowing Charon. He would never regret his brother's decision to elevate him into a leadership role, but it was taking a toll on him from the inside out.

His eyelids fluttered open and he jerked his chin up from the ground after about an hour. Wildfire's breath fluttered across his face and ears and he licked a stray strand of sleepy drool from his lips. "No, not sleeping," he protested even as the tip of her nose grazed the shell of his ear. He chuckled, giving the appendage a gentle flick, though he was unable to predict or protest when she inserted her tongue into the orifice.

"Oh my gosh, what are you doing?!" he cried, reeling back from her and vigorously shaking his head. He hadn't even noticed the rabbit meat laying nearby, so distracted was he by her wet willy.