Mudminnow River Teach me to live

When she spoke, and not to send him harshly on his way, Rickon's mood invariably lifted. His tail picked a faster pace, and the smile on his face broadened to encompass his eyes. "Yeah, me neither," he told the copper sylph, coming several steps closer before stopping; not wanting to intimidate her with his friendliness as he had done before with other company. He didn't realize that his eagerness for company could be off-putting for a she-wolf, but he'd learned through experience that it was best if the ladies came to him, and not the other way around. "I got so bored hangin' out alone, I was just lookin' for a place to crash for the night," he told her, belatedly realizing how lame that made him sound.

"I'm Rickon," the young man coughed up, trying to breeze right over his poor conversation skills. "What's your name?"