Three Sentence Ficathon

The wolves followed them around everywhere now and Theon couldn’t help but be disconcerted by it, though they never particularly paid him much mind, but it was the white one he truly disliked, the white one with its red eyes who stared at him.

“I don’t see why you even have one, seeing as you aren’t a Stark,” Theon said when Jon was getting on his nerves more than usual, playing with that damned wolf, laughing and smiling, like it was his closest friend.

Jon met his gaze with contempt and said, “Neither are you,” the wolf staring with red eyes, and Theon cursed them both as he stomped off.