Why can't we be friends

“I’m sorry, I’m so bad at reading body language that I couldn’t tell.” He teased right back, glad that Marina was feeling comfortable enough with him to tease him in the first place. He glanced over at the smaller wolf and gave her a light, happy grin. Already his bouncy nature was pushing him back towards excitement. Nothing could keep him down long.

Her next words sound an awful lot like acceptance of his plan, and the look he shot her was hopeful. “I don’t” he agreed. He didn’t give up, not on something that was worth it. She was worth it. “Welcome to the Treehouse. Come on, I’ll show you!” he said, which was easier than words. He trotted forward, leading her towards the treehouse which wasn’t far away now.


"Wylan Fatalis"