Mudminnow River Teach me to live

“Back west,” the female murmured, her head turning sharply in the aforementioned direction. Perhaps she would head that way at some point soon; for now she was quite enjoying talking with her new acquaintance. He was charming, though young, and his smile cheered her. Besides, she was too tired to go anywhere fast. “What’s it called?”

“Fate,” Selkie went on, returning her leaf green gaze to the younger wolf with one brow raised. “Ya believe in fate, then, Rickon?” Her tone was light but not teasing; Selkie wasn’t sure, at this point, exactly what she believed in. Hard work, for sure, and family, though she had left hers behind many moons ago. “I dunno – I believe in goodness ‘n’ fairness ‘n’ fightin’ for what’s right, not sure if fate has much of a hand in them things. It’s an interestin’ idea, though, that some wolves are destined to meet..” She lapsed into silence with her once blazing grin diminished to a thoughtful smile.

“Well hey, let’s see if we ever meet up again – then I’ll think about believin’ in fate.” There was a joking lightness in her tone, but a sincerity too – she liked the young man’s openness and they seemed to have a few things in common.