Moonspear We move like the ocean

She grinned at Floki's mildly flustered reaction, the expression broadening when he asked if there was anything she wanted to do. Wildfire paused, then nodded. "Yeah, there is," she answered without missing a beat, eyes gleaming. "C'mon, though, let's head up to our spot. I'm pretty tired and I need to get off my feet." She pushed the crown of her head into the crook where his neck met his shoulder, brushing against him and then beginning the ascent.

Wildfire had done a lot of thinking out there on the road, particularly during any long, uninterrupted running sessions or before falling asleep by herself in some randomly chosen spot. She had thought nearly constantly of Floki and how much he meant to her, how much she missed him and how badly she wanted to get back home to him. Now, with his warm breath puffing on her backside—she shot him a coy look over her shoulder—Wildfire felt... ready. She would always be a wanderer, yet her heart had found its home and it wouldn't roam, no matter where her feet took her.

"Floki," she said when they reached their little sleeping spot, swiveling to face him and slide her snout alongside his. "Boo," Wildfire amended with a quiet smile, eyes closing as she just lingered there. "I love scouting. I love getting to see the world and represent my pack and all that. But what I really love is coming home to you."