Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

A day had gone by since @October had arrived on the borders of Easthollow in a frantic search for her two young packmates. She had come the furthest of her pack to search, casting a wide net so that if the children had been taken somehow, they could account for all possibility of escape; Rickon commended his friend's actions, and showed his support by accompanying her. They had scoured much of the southern range base the night before, stopping only once to eat and sleep as it became apparent that they needed to. He tried to distract her from the supposed tragedy, asking her instead all about Neverwinter and her packmates, and how she got along there.

That afternoon, as they approached a broad, fast-running creek, their conversation had turned to their true families, and what life had been like before coming to Teekon. "I left 'cause I jus' thought it was time to get out an' make a name for myself. Have a family an' whatnot outside of all the bullies and badmouths back at Castlerock," he was finishing telling her about his adolescence in the Trench, and about how his kinder nature hadn't been well-suited for the wolves typically bred there. He avoided stating the real reason behind his departure, unwilling to bring more tragedy unto their journey. "I bet Argent Creek was ten times prettier than the Trench. Sure did pop out a ten times prettier wolf, I'll tell ya what."