Mudminnow River Teach me to live

“Ah,” the diminutive female murmured, her ears flicking to the sides briefly before returning to attention. Rickon’s description of the canyon garnered a chortle from Selkie and her tail swept again. “Ain’t everythin’ dangerous when you’re on yer own, though? Seems that way, sometimes.” Mirth twinkled in the she wolf’s leafy eyes, but there was a knowing there too, and a slight weariness which belied the seriousness of her comment.

Selkie was good at making small talk – sometimes a little too good, in possession of a mouth which didn’t quite know when to stop and let others give their own input. Luckily she hadn’t yet put Rickon off, nor broken into her usual babbling, but she guessed that might be down to her own fatigue. Her paws still ached, and she shuffled them to find some quick relief.

Even through her tiredness, though, the mention of a potentially welcoming pack made her head tilt and her gaze brighten and focus. “Oh yeah? Where’s this place, then? Might give it a look.” If she didn’t put it off, at least. Selkie was good at running away when anything meaningful was about to happen, though her current state of near desperation might convince her to do otherwise.