Lost Creek Hollow the kingsroad

Rickon's noisy lapping slowed to a stop as his eyes picked up on a source of movement along the west curve of the pond. His head lifted, watching as the other wolf picked a path towards him and came to stop some yards away in cautious greeting. She made a soft, welcoming noise, and the dark wolf turned to close the gap between them— his feet never completely leaving the water as he did so. No matter who she was, he was glad for her presence. It was a welcome distraction from the other things clouding his mind, and Rickon was never displeased to meet someone new.

"Hey," he smiled; "I'm really happy you came this way. I could really use some company for a while..." Of course he realized belatedly that he had opened himself up for emotional injury here. What if she refused, or needed to be on her way very quickly? Nothing was stopping him now from getting his feelings hurt if she were actually busy this time of night.