Whitefish River cupid's demanding back his arrow

It was hard to contain the bubbling laughter inside his chest, especially when the poor yearling made such puzzled faces at him. He must've been cursing himself for ever coming across the Ollivander, while he was thanking the heavens for sending a distraction to lift his mood before he did something crazy.

Though he was a reckless man by nature, he did not wish to find out what the troubles of the heart coud push him to do. If he didn't die from not seeing her then he surely would trying to -- out of all the games he had played, falling in love had been the most dangerous of all.

For the pale yearling, however, that could be debatable. Though he didn't know if he was the type of wolf that worshipped adventure, he was fairly sure he had never been caught in a situation similar to this one before. Still he managed to snarl back an answer with sass and all. This finally caused the bubble to burst, sending Finn into a childish fit of laughter that didn't die out until a while later.

There's nothing to chew he barked, making reference to the boy's gaunt figure, Tell you what, let's hunt together and fill you up -- maybe then you'll have an ass to feed other pack wolves you meet he offered with a much more friendly tone and a wave of his feathery tail.

The boy's humor had managed to shake away the rain cloud above his head, and for that he deserved to taste the sunshine -- in the form of fish of course, because according to the silver male there was no better delicacy.