Mudminnow River Teach me to live

After a while Rickon started to backtrack towards Stone Circle... or... where he thought it was. He'd found himself lost, overshooting the paths that would have taken him back south to the home of his friend, and winding up instead beside a murk-ridden river. The water looked odd at night, darker than it might have been during the day, making the wolf hesitant to drink at first. After an affirming sniff, making sure the source was safe, his crouched deepened so that he could lap at the silted stream. It didn't taste very refreshing, but liquid on his stomach meant he could stave off hunger for a while longer. At least, maybe until he found the place Valette was.

His ear twitched at the sound of steps approaching. Turning his head he saw a small, earth-colored wolf coming along the running water, and he angled his body towards her receptively; his ears pressed forward, and his tail low and wagging. "Howdy, ma'am."