The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

His inky fur helped him blend in well with the charred woodland. October noticed the subtle earthen hues that accented his pelt, but he was otherwise as dark as his surroundings. She, on the other hand, stood out like a fluorescent light. He seemed perplexed by her presence and she felt a pang of guilt at the realization that she might have startled the poor fellow.
 
Her grin curved the length of her maw in response to his bewilderment. In all honesty, it was sort of adorable how flustered he appeared to be. “A dragon is a giant, flying fire-breathing lizard,” she informed the wolf, as if the mythical creature she spoke of were the most natural thing in the world.
 
Her tail swayed gently behind her as she moved to close the distance between them. She swept her gaze ‘round the perimeter, amazed yet rather unsettled by the destruction and utter dearth of life.