The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

"Oh I'm pretty positive I'd wind up nothin' but a bag-a-bones," Rickon chuckled, all of his teeth flashing in princely charm. "But I'm glad I'll get to live on through legend." It was an interesting prospect— to have stories told of one's very existence— but in remembering that he would have to die for this to occur, the bastard boy figured he could wait a while for his epics to begin circulating through the generations. At least until he'd had some real adventure.

"I'll be the Dragon-warrior when you're tellin' the world 'bout me. But when it's just you and me, you can call me Rickon," he beamed, bottlebrush tail swaying. "What can I call you? I mean, b'sides The Mystery Master Mentor— or Triple M, as the average joe's might say."