Mudminnow River Teach me to live

Her smile widened a fraction, and her eyes might have brightened, breaking through the dullness of fatigue and frustration. The slender female always preferred hearing her name trip from tongues that weren’t her own. Every new wolf who uttered it seemed able to put their own spin on the simple pair of syllables, and she wouldn’t deny that she liked the way it sounded when Rickon said it.

Her ears flicked back before straining forward. Vast lakes and winding rivers, swooping valleys and soaring mountains Selkie had seen much of, but never a canyon. “A canyon?” she echoed, the curiousity of her leafy gaze intensifying. “Don’t reckon I ever have – bet it was right nice, though. Turned out a nice seemin' fella, at least.”

Her narrow shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug, her gaze breaking away from the male to scrape over the murky waters of the river. “Done a fair bit in my time.” Her tone was almost defensive, as if being well travelled was important to her, though right now she would have given anything for a place to put down roots. “Gettin’ tired of all that, though. There comes a time when ya just want a home.”