Bitterroot Valley mary, mary, quite contrary

"They are," he tried to reassure her, belatedly grasping that he'd upset her idealization of "home." He had thought home was supposed to be a safe place, too, but that couldn't always be the case. "But home is really just a place to be with your family and the wolves you love. Home can be anywhere, and it'll always feels safe, even if home can be dangerous sometimes." Hopefully, he hadn't ruined her image of what a home was, though he doubted such a spirited girl could ever find fear in a place of comfort and guardianship... Where the hell are her parents?

He probably should've felt better about not being found by a defendant of this child yet, but as was Rick's constitution, he was more concerned with the girl having an eye on her than his own safety. And it would seem that this ideology and his general demeanor hadn't been entirely offputting to her, as she eagerly offered her own Heda to the homeless loner, bringing a smile to his dark face. "Do you think you have a good Heda for me?" he asked, bemused as this wasn't typically how border-questionnaires went. "How awesome is your Heda?"