Mudminnow River Teach me to live

While Rickon felt like telling her that Castlerock was one of those places not even safe in numbers, she wasn't false in her own statement so he saw no need to correct or add on. He was much too smitten by the spritely traveler to dispute her anyway— and the poor boy was too naive to know he'd do almost anything for a pretty face and pair of batting eyelashes over lush green eyes. He noticed her shuffling on her feet, and thought she must've come a long way that day. His paws were so used to canyon rock and pebbles, that it took a lot of bruising for them to get sore; when he saw it happen to another wolf he could only imagine the beating their feet must've taken to start aching.

"It's—" he began to answer, before remembering that the only reason he wasn't there now was because he couldn't find it. "Well a-actually, I'm not sure," he admitted bashfully, putting on his best southern-charm smile— the one his mama always liked. "I was tryna find it m'self but I think I overshot it a bit an' went an' found you instead. Now that I say it out loud, it kinda sound like fate, I reckon." He nodded at Selkie, wondering if she could believe in something like that as easily as he could. "I'm pretty sure it's back west a little," he added, motioning with his ear in the direction he meant. (Luckily, it was the true direction of Easthollow, where he would arrive the following day and anticipate the arrival of Selkie sometime soon.)