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Her savage bite nearly obliterated the small rodent, so that when Wildfire let her jaw fall open, a barely recognizable lump of pulp tumbled onto the ground. She scraped her tongue against her teeth, then sighed, disappointed by the small size of the kill. She looked up at Floki to ask him if he wanted another, then froze when his tongue touched her cheek.

She winced slightly and pulled away. It wasn't just that the touch that didn't sit well with her. Weren't they supposed to be friends? Wildfire thought inanely of that exchange with Tevinter way back when. Her insides clenched. Did friends kiss like that? Or didn't they? She really didn't know but Wildfire couldn't argue with the urge to scream that was building in her chest.

"You have it," she mumbled, turning forcefully and abandoning the chipmunk. She took a few steps, thinking, I don't think I can do this. And she wasn't just talking about the hunt. So without looking at Floki, Wildfire muttered a few more words: "Floki, I... I gotta go. Sorry." Without waiting for a response, she took off into the woods, just leaving him there with yet another dead, squashed chipmunk.