Jon watched as the white dire wolf made his way to the Queen, his red eyes glowing in the night. Ghost lowered his head to her as Jon walked up from behind the wolf and patted him on his back. Sometimes he still saw him as a pup, but the wolf had grown as Jon had. "I think he's taking a liking to you."
Daenerys kept her head high as the animal approached, beautiful and majestic in its own way. She did not show any fear, nor would she allow Jon to intimidate her with the wolf.
Though, at his words, she learned he did not even wish to attempt such a feat. If it was truly a mere matter of getting acquainted with his pet, then she could oblige the man.
Smiling at last, she looked deeply into the red eyes of the creature, and reached out to run her fingers across soft, white fur. “Good. If he means as much to you as I suspect, I would want him to.”