Moonspear Mad world

Part of her hoped that Floki would insist on standing by her side, her partner in life through thick and thin. It was that part of her that twisted into a sad knot when he decided they should be friends, best friends. Wildfire nodded mutely, suddenly fighting against a lump in her throat and a familiar prickling sensation behind her eyes, not to mention an urge to flee. Her stomach felt hollow and her chest tight, yet she remained motionless for a moment, collecting herself to respond.

"Okay," she whispered around the painful constriction in her windpipe. Any questions or qualms she felt, she shoved down deep inside her rather than let them bubble to the surface. If Floki just wanted to be friends, she just had to accept that. It didn't matter that this wasn't technically Wildfire's fault. She could (and would) blame Goober for ripping apart her life, yet it didn't change anything between the two of them.

Wildfire sort of wanted to excuse herself to go deal with this blow in private, yet she remembered she had just invited Floki to hunt. "Still want to hunt...?" she asked, a bit of strain in her voice. She truly wanted to spend the time with him and thought hunting would be a particularly good distraction. Yet now her focus was shot and she wasn't sure she was up for it. Again, the Gamma let the decision ultimately rest in Floki's hands.