Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

Her friend’s words struck a chord deep within her heart. What if she never saw her parents and siblings again? By setting out on her own, she’d essentially severed her physical ties with her family, potentially forever. The thought made her unexplainably sad for a moment and she quickly shoved it from her mind. She focused on Rickon’s voice instead, smiling gently as he reminisced about his mother. “She sounds lovely,” remarked the Epsilon. “And she did raise a very good man.”
 
Orange eyes flickered fondly to his dark face. “Do you sweet-talk every girl you meet?” she teased, nudging his shoulder playfully as a bright smile tugged at her lips. She hoped not. October was loath to admit it aloud, but his charming words made her feel special in a way she’d never felt before.
 
For the time being, her thoughts drifted away from the darkness surrounding the situation of the missing pups. She felt calm, her anxieties reduced to little more than a dull nagging in the back of her mind. Her companion insisted she tell him a story; October grinned as her tail wagged behind her. She’d never thought herself much of a storyteller, but Rickon instilled a confidence within her that helped her believe she wasn’t all that bad at it.
 
“What kind of story?” she purled, tentative that she’d be able to weave a tale out of thin air for him. For Rickon, though, she’d certainly try.