Flame Strike gave the other buck a wry smile as he tried to beat down the awkwardness that was starting to bubble up in the back of his skull. The old, one-sided need of his to be better, to be more than his siblings, was trying to rear its ugly head. He had to remind himself that
that wasn't him, not anymore. Still, he couldn't help but acknowledge the jealousy he felt for the life Smoldering Ember had been able to create for himself. The beautiful, safe den, the community outside of family that came together to help him during the crisis. Though he could do without the whole having your beloved whisked away and held captive, the need to fight to (almost) death. There were definitely some trials and tribulations Flame Strike was more than happy to experience through someone else.
The older kimeti moved to take the proffered seat, getting himself settled and maybe stalling to psyche himself up some more.
"Good to see you're more than recovered. Life has been treating you well, it seems." His gaze drifted towards the entrance to the den, and he could make out the faint glow of Ember's den-mate from within.
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