The Heartwood terror in the night

Luke's tail thumped behind him and his eyes glowed, his smile broadening as he listened to the girl describe the wolf she was looking for - the wolf she very clearly had a lot of affection for. It was undeniable in the words she chose to speak of him, in the way her eyes looked, and the way she took in her breath. Luke was an outright sucker for this sort of thing and allowed himself to be caught up in his companion's reverie. When she spoke the name though, Luke's joyous expression turned into shock, and his jaw dropped, exposing his blue tongue.

He stared at her for a few moments, and then his open-jaw expression because a very wide grin. Luke jumped up excitedly. "Harlyn!" he exclaimed, his tail swinging with enough exuberance to give someone a concussion. "I know this wolf!"