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Even as he moved away from her, Floki inwardly berated himself. He was young and immature, but he still knew that kissing her had been wrong moments after friendzoning her. He turned back towards her, an apology written across his face and his mouth open, prepared to offer a sincere, "I'm sorry," but her mumbled words caused him to halt. His ears pressed forward to hear her voice, already quiet but now even further muffled.

And then she fled with little explanation. Floki veritably wilted once he was alone, his ears splaying and his tail drooping to hang limply between his hind legs. He huffed out a sigh, feeling simultaneously disappointed and frustrated. He had brought this upon himself, and he realized it. What had happened to Wildfire before was not her fault nor his -- but this? This was his doing.

Gnawing his lower lip, he turned and slunk in the other direction, leaving the mutilated chipmunk carcass behind.