Moonspear Mad world

He seemed reluctant to move and Wildfire simultaneously mourned the mutuality of the gesture, as well as appreciated the consideration. It was definitely a strange mixture of emotions stirring in her chest as she simply gazed at him a moment, shifting her weight so her paw was no longer squashing the dead chipmunk into the earth.

"I squashed your gift," she murmured with a furrowed brow, looking down, then back up at him. "Hey, would you like to go hunting with me?" It was a past time they both enjoyed, as well as a pair-bonding experience that didn't involve intimate contact. Wildfire figured it might be a step in the right direction.

But before Floki could even answer, Wildfire found herself wondering what it must be like for him, unable to touch her for fear of alarming her and being relegated to activities like hunting versus, say, rustling the bushes. "If this is all too hard for you, I understand, you know," she said quietly, amber eyes falling to the forest floor. It would hurt, if Floki needed to detach, yet it just hit her very poignantly how much she was putting him through.