Mudminnow River Teach me to live

The lanky – at least, lanky in comparison to Selkie – male smiled a smile which made a light dance in his eyes. Selkie herself offered a lopsided grin; her entire presence had lifted from sulky downheartedness into optimism and humour, all with the addition of some company. She didn’t back away when he lessened the distance between them; instead her eyes were filled with blithe curiousity.

She chuckled at his words, but there was no mocking in the trilling sound. “Been there,” the dainty female sympathized. There was no embarrassment in her tone – Selkie had long ago decided that life was too short to be concerned with the opinions of wolves she might never see again and right now the idea of an enduring friendship or even acquaintance with any other wolf seemed rather unlikely. So the petite female was unashamedly understanding of the need for company.

“Selkie,” she offered with a dip of her head. “Where ya from, Rickon?”