you've got a friend in me

He liked the girl’s soft smile, oddly reminded of his father’s memory. Maybe it wasn’t incredibly odd, Océan thought his father to have been everything good in this world. If this she wolf had a piece of that in her he could honor his father’s memory in their interaction. For a moment he looked back up to see his escort, and Song’s white form was visible a ways off. He could continue what he was doing.

Her name was Motif, and she was from the pack that Winterfell had just went to raid. His silver eyes opened wider as his grin grew over his dark features. ”Hello, Motif.” Océan greeted her again softly, his voice light despite his size. ”I’m Océan Ancora-Desrosiers!” He announced proudly as he lifted his head, though his voice was still soft. ”I’m from Winterfell. My friend Song has been telling me all about the raid.” He told her as he looked around for a way down to her level.

The boy carefully made his way down, his curiosity obviously taking hold of him tightly. ”Did you fight?” He asked with mystified eyes. Someday he was going to be a good fighter and he would raid. First he had to get over his fear of brawling...