The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

He was perhaps the liveliest, interesting fellow she’d encountered since settling in the Teekon Wilds. There was something charming about his grin, his speech mannerisms, and the way his olive eyes gleamed when he spoke of becoming a legend someday. “Hopefully I won’t need to start telling your story for a long, long time,” she quipped. She hadn’t seen any dragons in the vicinity yet, so she hoped her newfound friend wouldn’t be battling one any time soon.
 
Snowy ears cupped toward him as he introduced himself. “Rickon, Dragon-warrior extraordinaire,” she chortled. “Mystery Master Mentor is a mouthful. I usually go by October.” She’d never considered herself much of a storyteller, but she would have admitted to thoroughly enjoying the experience with Rickon. “What brought you out here? Did you come to visit your friend?” She nudged one of the lion’s dusty bones with her paw.