Lost Creek Hollow the kingsroad

Usually when one mentioned a pack, Rickon would be bursting with questions and conversation for his company to consume— always eager to know more than perhaps should be allowed him— but he was intensely aware that the she-wolf with him now was not his usual companion. This wasn't a normal circumstance for the unassuming male. She seemed uneasy with him, using his unfamiliarity as her only reason to be cautious. He supposed this was enough of a reason, he just wasn't used to it where he was from; as the concept of "hospitality" was so taken so seriously there, that it was considered more common for a wolf to be viewed as a friend before they're viewed as a stranger. You had to commit some sort of slight to be at all considered anything but a friend in those parts.

He had to remember he wasn't back in Castlerock. "Did ya want me to, uh.. go?" he asked a little sheepishly, pulling back his ears as he finally considered the prospect of someone not liking him. She reminded him of his sister, to be honest. She hadn't cared much for him, either, it had seemed. He didn't even mind (or even personally acknowledge) the fact that he had been here first.