Mudminnow River Teach me to live

"Ha! Yeah, I can tell you ain't never seen a canyon," he grinned, eyes laughing. "A canyon's just bout the driest, most unsavory place you can travel through. Some of its pretty nice an' lush, but mostly it's just one huge, dangerous, hot pain-in-the-ass." Most of the wolves that had ever come out of the Trench were hardened, uncouth, and unfriendly. Rickon had never been like that, not like any of them raised in the same way, but the capacity to become them certainly lie deep somewhere in his veins.

"It's kinda like the opposite of a mountain— upside down, inside out an' whatnot. It goes way down, instead of up, and depending on where you head down at, it can be a tough climb in or out." His own long legs had served him well in that place, and though he certainly wasn't use to high altitudes, Rickon would probably do quite well living on a mountain. Selkie began to explain that she'd done a lot of traveling in her life, a singe of pride burning in her tone, despite also mentioning that she was getting tired of her travels. "I know just what ya mean. Winter's comin' up and b'sides that it just gets real lonely out here... I actually made me a friend a few days ago that offered me a place with her pack. Maybe they'd have room for you too, Selkie?"