Wapun Meadow Where are you??

Listening to Valette describe her companion, Rickon began to understand her anxiousness at him not being here. "Hey, I'm sure he's fine, Valette, 'specially if he's a kinda soldier, like y'say. He's probably jus' runnin' behind, y'know?" It was the least he could do to try to reassure her, considering she had no one else in this moment to rely on. She brought up the point that it might be dumb to leave the area in which they were designated to meet, but in the young adult didn't see anything wrong with his proposition. "We could stay," he acquiesced; "but if we move a few miles around, maybe your friend'll be able to hear ya better. We might even come across his trail if you're feelin' lucky." His tail was wagging now, maybe trying to bolster her hope for the situation.

"And if he comes here while we're off lookin', he'll either wait here for ya, or come a-sniffin' after you," he beamed. "I mean, do you wanna stand around here waitin', or do you wanna cover some ground an' keep yourself busy?"