Moonspear Lights go down

Floki shook his head in agreement, glad that Wildfire was putting her tongue-weapon away for a while. He settled in next to her, relishing the warmth radiating from her small body within the confines of their cozy little nook. He returned his chin to his paws once more, though his ear rotated towards her when she posed a question.

He couldn't help but grin. "Well, what would you want as your prize?" he asked, casting a sidelong glance up at her. He could, of course, return the favor of breakfast (or dinner) in bed, but had the feeling that there was more to it. He waited with anticipation for her answer.