Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

She'd barely got the words out when he accepted- her inky maw quipped up in a smile - and in the same instant he was spinning around to snatch the chunk of meat. At first, Grace was confused, but his next words cleared it up. The skittish girl was ever thankful he was slow in his approach, and to her credit only hesitated a moment before tentativley reaching out and pulling the meat closer. Sniffing it, she found he was right - it was very old, but would give her at least the energy to leave this rocky place. 
    
She didn't eat it right away, instead looking up to meet eyes with the dark stranger- he gave a name, Rickon- with a shy, but happy smile. 
                           
                     "Grace."