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Firefly's ears flicked at her words, his amber eyes watching her closely, as though trying to decipher every layer of her meaning. He shifted his weight, his posture uncertain but thoughtful, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.  

I think about that a lot, he admitted, his voice steady but tinged with the cautious vulnerability of someone not used to sharing such thoughts. What it means to belong somewhere, to someone. And yeah, I’ve missed it—more times than I can count. But... He paused, his gaze dropping briefly to the ground before lifting again to meet hers. I think I’m still figuring out what ‘home’ really means for me. What it’s supposed to look like. Who it’s supposed to be with.

He stepped forward, his paw brushing the sand, as though the act of movement could help him shape his thoughts. See, the way you talk about life—about balance, about meeting others and learning from them—I get it. I really do. But for me? It feels like I’m chasing something I can’t quite name. Like the world’s calling me somewhere, but I haven’t figured out where yet. Or why.

Firefly let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, shaking his head. Maybe that sounds naive. Or reckless. I don’t know. But I keep telling myself that if I just keep moving, keep searching, I’ll know it when I find it. His voice softened then, his youthful optimism dimming under the weight of her final question.  

But yeah, he murmured, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant. I get lonely. Sometimes more than I care to admit. Nights when the stars are the only company, and the silence stretches so wide it feels like it’ll swallow you whole. It’s... not easy.

He lifted his head, and there was a spark in his eyes now—something determined, hopeful, despite the sadness that lingered in his voice. But I like to think that loneliness is just part of the journey. A sign that I’m still searching, still trying. And maybe... maybe one day, when I find that place or those wolves I’m meant to call home, it’ll make it all worth it.

Firefly smiled then—a shy, genuine smile that lit up his young face, tinged with an innocence he hadn’t entirely lost. Besides, he added with a playful lilt, I’m not lonely right now, am I?

Before he gives her a chance to respond, his eyes wide at the sound of a distant hiss as a massive green creature begun to lazily haul itself out of the ocean. What is that? He cried out eagerly as he quickly rose to his paws and bounding after the strange beast, pulling himself out of his thoughts.