Moonspear what a beautiful life away

With her ears down, she exhaled another slow, soft sigh because of course he could take care of himself and these worries were probably misplaced entirely. "You are right," she chuffed. It was the absence he left here that bothered her as well. For Moonspear, Floki had always been a key piece. Her daughters adored him, she trusted him, and all had been well. But he was a scout and a rather well-traveled one at that. This was what he did.. and what she had always supported him in doing since she'd known him, practically.

All there was to do was see what happened. She shook her head back then forth before finally straightening her ears. As it always was, and would be, time would tell. In long enough, they'd get their answers one way or another.

Resigning further consideration on it, and simplifying it to just missing Floki badly while he was gone, she moved to gently nudge against him again. This time she deepened the motion enough to nose into his nape, but then she spun away to point further up the elevation. Every step was soft and precise so to still not draw too much attention; she still didn't want to be found out by the litter and knowing that staying idle could risk that, for she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched when here, she began to move away again.