Moonspear Mad world

Again, Floki had nearly forgotten about the chipmunk. Wildfire directed his attention to it, instructing him to eat it before they hunted. Obediently, he lowered himself onto his belly and tucked into the small meal, making quick work of the animal's carcass.

When he was finished, he reclined and licked his lips. He had listened to Wildfire's musing as he ate; he had little experience in hunting more difficult prey like a wild pig, but for some reason the challenge was alluring. "I could go for some bacon," he agreed, trying to sound casual. He inwardly winced at the way his words sounded forced. This "just friends" thing would take some getting used to -- but really, nothing seemed natural at this point. He found himself wishing they could rewind and erase the past couple of weeks as he gestured for Wildfire to take the lead.