Mudminnow River Teach me to live

Through tousled brown fur he finally found the color of her gaze; a pair of green sparklers that were much too bright and clear to be anything like the murky green pines that were his own eyes. Rickon couldn't imagine that she'd ever been forced to sleep out of sheer loneliness and/or hunger, but he appreciated the sentiment anyway, his bushy tail wagging in satisfied strokes. "Selkie," he repeated, quite liking the way her name danced with wings off the tip of his tongue, and flew away like a glowing creature to be chased in the dark. "It's some pleasure, ma'am."

"I'm from pretty far south; this place called Castlerock," he continued; "it's a canyon, if ya ever seen one ah those." He wasn't presumptuous enough to assume she hadn't, though a lot of wolves he'd met since leaving the Trench had never been to such a place before. "You ain't traveled 'round too far, have you?"