Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

Rickon’s companionship was like a breath of fresh air to her. He was the first wolf in the Wilds to seem genuinely interested in her and her life. October cared about the wolves in Neverwinter, of course, but her relationships there thus far had been strictly formal. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed a friend until Rickon crossed her path. His company made the burden of locating the lost children seem much more bearable.
 
Her ears were tipped forward intently as he spoke of his homelands, the crass nature of the wolves there and his reasons for striking out on his own. “Do you ever miss it, though? Your family?” October missed her parents and her myriad of siblings, most of who still resided in Argent Creek. Rickon’s life in the Trench sounded drastically different than what October’s upbringing had been like. Still, family was family no matter what its nature was.
 
 His remark about her birthplace elicited a short bout singsong laughter from the pale girl; she tried to ignore the stirring of butterflies within her belly. “It really was lovely, Rickon. I miss it a lot sometimes.” But she was thankful to have departed to find her own way. As much as her family meant to her, something had told her that she needed to start a different life for herself. “For the record, I have plenty of older sisters who are much prettier. You could visit the Creek and see for yourself.” She winked at him, flashing him an impish grin while her bright eyes danced over his features.