Stone Circle What did the bison say to its son? Bi son.

Nerves instantly swallowed Rickon the moment he heard the howl and the invitation behind it. He knew he wasn't a very good hunter, and hadn't much practice— having survived mostly on already dead things his entire life— but it wouldn't look good if he ignored the need for another pair of teeth and claws. Shaking off his inhibitions, the dusky wolf picked himself up from the uncovered hovel in the ground he had dug as his den (read: sleep-pit), and he began a long-legged trot towards the rendezvous site.

Valette, whom had called, and Philos stood waiting, and after gathering who would be gathered, the former began to tell them the deal. Rickon took a deep, shaky breath, only nodding slowly when she met his eye to confirm that he would participate. He stood quite rigidly, very sure he was going to mess this up.