Wapun Meadow Where are you??

Rickon had successfully convinced his new companion to leave the area, though privately hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake on her part. He was deeply uncertain himself, but since he wouldn't allow his insecurity to show, they were off into the night before any other objections could arise. He padded evenly at the smaller she-wolf's side, casting her a sideways and reassuring grin as she reiterated her concerns. Rickon didn't have much hope to find a wolf whose character she insisted was so punctual— which probably meant that her worries weren't unfounded. All the young man could do was help her look.

His nose wasn't pressed to the ground, as he doubted he'd be much aid in picking out an unfamiliar male's scent, but he kept his dark olive eyes out for any movements beyond them. "I'm not, actually," he answered. "Lookin' though. I'll need to find me a home before winter flies down. What about you? From around here, Valette?"