Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

"Probably!" he laughed; though in all honestly, someone hunting for him would be preferred to having to use his own poor skills for capture. Not that he would ever ask fr such a thing, or even accept an offer like that if he didn't truly need it. Rickon realized he'd need to get better at this, and fast, before he found himself utterly alone and on his last leg.

He settled down to listen to her story, casting her a sympathetic gaze as he saw how tough she'd had it. Rickon felt bolstered, almost enough to talk about his own tragedies, but having never shared his story before, he felt disinclined to delve into it. "You're pretty brave, Grace, I admire you makin' the journey on yer own," he chose to say instead, lightly swallowing his own emotions. "I'm lookin' for a home too. Maybe my one true home, but I dunno. Judging by you, I'm gonna go through a few before I find me a perfect place." Rickon shrugged. "Are you lookin' for a pack that'll be close to your mama, or... jus' anywhere?"