Moonspear Mad world

He said he could go for some bacon so Wildfire flashed him a largely forced smile. "It's decided, then. Ready?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned from Floki and began padding in an arbitrary direction through the woods at the mountain's base. As she walked, her nose dropped to skim the forest floor and she sifted for scents. There were many, as usual, but she ignored them as she tried to single out anything that smelled like pork.

A silence stretched between the hunting companions, which gave Wildfire time to get a little lost in her thoughts. Could she really be just friends with Floki? Had they ever been just friends? There was no baseline here. But what other choice did she have? It was clear they couldn't be anything more, at least right now. But maybe later? Was that what he wanted? Was it what she wanted? Was she going to sit back and let it play out or would she make an effort to keep fixing the chasm between them?

Catching herself, Wildfire shook her head, shoving these thoughts away. Clearing her throat, Wildfire glanced over her shoulder and said, "Let's try this way," and began leading them north, intending to curve with the mountain and head to its western face, if that's what it took to locate her prey of choice.