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He jumped, earning a surprised snort and then a snicker from Wildfire. "Flirting," she answered after a beat, smirking playfully at him. "Did it tickle?" she asked, genuinely curious. No one had ever stuck a tongue in her ear, as far as she could recall. But she had been tickled in other places—the crooks of her legs, the span of her ribs—and Floki's reaction made her think it must have felt similar.

She wondered if he would exact revenge on her so she could find out, so in an attempt to stall any mischievous retaliation, Wildfire declared, "I'm gonna prep this for you." She struck out a paw, resting it lightly on the rabbit carcass. She then dragged it closer to herself, flopping to her belly and beginning to tear at the fur and flesh. Skinning the carcass was a messy job, yet soon she discarded the bloodied pelt and began gnawing the various body parts off into edible portions.

When she was finished carving the rabbit, she nudged the choicest morsels toward Floki: the head, of course, as well as both thighs, and the heart and liver. The rest she would put aside for now. If he was still hungry after the main course, he was of course welcome to the leftovers. If not, she would make sure to stash them before they could rot out in the open.

"Eat up," she encouraged, motioning toward the chunks of meat even as she began to run her tongue over her chest and legs, removing all traces of blood and gristle from rendering the hare's carcass.