Moonspear Undone

Floki turned his paws towards Wildfire and approached, his face creased into a smile and his tail swinging freely behind him. At first, he didn't detect that anything was wrong, but as he drew nearer he became aware of her stiff stance and the way she struggled to meet his gaze. Immediately, his brow furrowed into a frown and he stepped close to her, ears pressing forward and snout gently probing the injuries on her neck as she haltingly explained what had happened.

"Oh my gosh. Are you sure you're okay?" he said worriedly. "How did you hurt your neck? Did you run into something when you fell?" Although she seemed off, she was doing a good enough job to fool a clueless teenage boy; since he was unaware of her internal damage, both mental and physical, his expression softened and he nudged her cheek gently.

In a soft, teasing voice, he said, "We're going to have to make you a suit of armor to protect you if you're going to get hurt while you're out exploring."