Sun Mote Copse I can't feel my face when I'm with you

Fin laid sphinx-like at her mate's side, staring ahead of her at the dark spaces between the trunks of the trees. While the stars were twinkling above, the fireflies were just beginning to do the same for them a bit closer to home. She watched for their little lights, frowning at the way they kept going out. They stayed lit for such a short amount of time. Too short. And it was reminding her far too much of other things, other lights that had gone out far too soon.

Elwood's voice pulled her back to the present. She looked over at him and smiled, her tail giving a couple of soft beats on the ground. "It's about damn time you admitted that," she quipped, a wee bit half-heartedly. Fin didn't fully let herself feel the anguish Wildfire's death was causing her in her mate's presence, but she did feel free to stop fighting it quite so hard. She refused to be a sobbing mess even with him, but she also knew she didn't have to pretend so determinedly that she was okay.