Haunted Wood Lighters

Wildfire flinched away when Goober suddenly got in her face, though not quickly enough to completely avoid the swipe of his tongue. Another she-wolf might have snarled at him, told him no! But all she did, for the moment anyway, was blink owlishly, ears tilting backward as the sticky saliva cooled on her flaming cheek.

"Don't," she finally said, her voice low and shivery. She felt fight-or-flight mode beginning to kick into gear. "What's wrong with you?" Wildfire found herself saying without really thinking, brows knitted in confusion. She was still having trouble grasping how quickly Goober had gone from friendly to overly friendly with a side of creeper.