The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

short dumb post bc i'm short on time!

If wolves could blush, October’s face would have flushed red at Rickon’s words. She laughed easily as he conversed with his “friend,” orange eyes twinkling with delight as they met Rickon’s pale olive gaze. “Well, Bonsey, I’ll have you know that I don’t believe in ‘too late,’” she said, tail waving behind her as an impish smirk danced the length of her lips. “I’ve met my fair share of dorkazoids in my life, but our friend Rickon here is not one of them.”