Moonspear Mad world

She caught sight of him and her heart began to skip in her chest. Was she nervous because of where they stood or anxious about getting closer to him? Wildfire couldn't be sure. There was only one way to find out, so she ventured closer, the dead rodent swinging in her jaws. She smiled around it as his comment, bobbing her head, then set it down between her petite front paws.

"I'm definitely improving," she agreed, then added, "Physically, mentally and emotionally." She paused, letting out a breath, letting the warming spring breeze sough through her nape before she blurted, "I wanted to—can I try something—" But before waiting for an answer—in case she lost her nerve—Wildfire stepped over (actually, on) the dead chipmunk as she arched up to brush her nose against Floki's jawline.