Lost Creek Hollow Lone ranger, Wayward son

Rickon had been meandering about a warren of rabbits when a commotion from around the way seemed to scare everything within a five-mile radius deep into their dens and burrows. Not being a great hunter to start, this was truly detrimental to the dark wolf— but given his demeanor, he tried not to let happenstance get to him. That being said, he was interested in finding out who it was exactly that had cost him his own meal. Tipping his chin into the breeze, he caught the scent of another and followed it slowly.

Blood began to fill the air the closer he got, giving him pause once he could finally see the smoke-black spine of a wolf lying, enjoying its meal. Rickon suddenly thought better of approaching him. He wouldn't know what to say, at any rate, so he turned to give the wolf as wide girth in his attempt to pass by unnoticed.