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He jerked away, his expression a curious blend of amused and disgusted as he playfully threatened her. Wildfire grinned like a Cheshire cat, pleased to discover this secret weapon. It might come in handy in the future. She did not attempt to do it a third time, however, and instead held up her freshly-washed paws in a gesture of peace; she would cease and desist.

"Wouldn't want that," she breathed against his cheek as they slowly moved back in toward their previous positions, their shoulders pressed together and flanks brushing. The Gamma hummed under her breath, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth and proximity, not to mention Floki's distinctly woodsy, masculine scent. She found herself pressing her nose against his collarbone for a lingering moment.

Drawing back slightly after a time, Wildfire queried, "There are points? And I can win and lose them? Hmmm." She chewed over this. "What's my prize, once I get enough points?" she wondered, amber eyes dancing with a bit of mischief. She felt a strange dipping and swooping in her lower belly that she could neither describe nor explain.