Moonspear We move like the ocean

Wildfire anticipated his immediate assent, so when he said, "Maybe," her face stilled. His tone was playful, though she favored him with a puzzled look anyway. Her lips parted to ask what he meant by that but then Floki descended on her with a kiss between the ears. Her eyes closed as a purling growl resonated in her mouth, tapering off into a soft, contented hum.

In any case, his next words shed some light on the whole situation. Only now did she recollect the fact that he had mentioned a short trip of his own while she was away. Her body froze when he told her about the desecration of his father's grave. She felt a little sick as the small smile slid off her face. Her amber eyes met his, full of sympathy.

"Floki," she said, feeling this was too serious a moment for pet names, "I'm so sorry." She paused, then quietly added, "Who would do something like that?" Wildfire couldn't even fathom, yet as she thought about it, she realized they were talking about the remains of her father-in-law. Her heart thumped and she felt an even deeper pang of dismay and disgust.