The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

yes, please!

She rolled away, turning to look at him so peacefully he irrationally thought something was wrong. When October smiled, his tail swept the ashen ground heartily, and he chuckled lightly as what she said. "You're one to talk," he boasted, extending one long forearm and smudging his surely filthy paw across her forehead. "C'mon," the trench wolf laughed, rolling away from any retaliation and hopping to his feet. "Let's get this stuff off before we turn into ol' Bonesy," he said, before leading her on a thrilling chase to the nearest water source.