Moonspear Mad world

"Ready," Floki confirmed gamely. With each passing second, he felt slightly more comfortable with his decision. This would be good. It had to be.

He inhaled before setting off after Wildfire, drawing the air deeply into his lungs to steady himself before exhaling slowly. Life was not a remote with a rewind button -- the only way they could move was forward. When he fell into step behind her, he kept his gaze averted, trying not to think about another time recently when he had followed her and his eyes had been fixed on her hips. Nope, friends didn't check friends out. He busied himself with searching for a scent, his nose brushing the ground busily.

After a few moments of traveling quietly, Wildfire changed their course. Neither one of them had found a fresh trail yet, but maybe they would have success to the north, as she suggested. "Right behind you," he said, stating the obvious for reasons unknown. He felt like he had to fill the silence, which previously had been so companionable.