Little Goat Mountain Are we faded

"No," Warbone answered after a leisurely pause. He had been momentarily displaced by his own quiet consideration of joining her, but despite the protective magnetism he felt for the girl, the reptilian wolf wanted to keep up appearances. He couldn't very well just lumber around after little red riding hood. His soon-shedding winter coat had seen more adventures than she, surely! But the fact that he needed excuses not to follow her seemed sentiment enough. "I think a nap will do instead."

He did not move far from the kill, but turned a circle and plopped down in a spot where he wouldn't be bothered by any lucky scavengers he wouldn't decide to chase off. From his lazing position on his elbow and hip, he watched Wildfire with a barely discernible glint of fondness touching his naturally cold eyes. "You have food here, if you should return within the day. Come morning, I will be gone." The wolf paused on a breath, hitching onto more words thoughtfully. He seemed to rearrange them, or change what he had intended to say altogether, and instead he said: "until we meet again, Foxfire."

Whether he had forgotten her name and mixed it up with his personal impression of her, or had simply nicknamed her is up for debate.