Moonspear Mad world

She didn't feel up for it, yet Wildfire paid no attention to this detail. If Floki still wanted to hunt, then they would hunt. She swallowed thickly, let out a breath and mentally steeled herself. She needed to let this go, for now, and focus on killing something. That thought actually made her huff a dry little laugh, although only on the inside. This might actually be therapeutic.

"Eat this first," she instructed gently, pointing a toe at the chipmunk. "Then..." She considered what type of prey they could pursue. It would be easiest to go for some small game, which usually consisted of squirrels or rabbits. "Maybe we should look for something mid-sized." Because the extra challenge could keep her mind off other things. "I've seen some wild pigs around here a time or two." She glanced at Floki, wondering what he thought.