Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

Ill archive after my post <3

Rickon was someone she could be comfortable with, and it was pleasurable to be able to place her trust in someone. He too, however, would be leaving, but that was something she had accepted. Perhaps one day, she'd see him again: right now, the russet yearling was okay with sprawling to her side and leaning against her newfound friend to stretch her legs, tail wagging behind her. 

                   "Thank you, Rickon."

They would stay that way while the yearling digested, fidgeted, and eventually told him she was ready to go before creeping out of the Moraine, emmencley thankful for her friend and his support. Many times, she'd thought to ask him to stay, come with her, but there was still nothing in the world Grace would try and do if it meant keeping him from family. After thanking him a million times over, she would again be alone, voicing her hopes to see him again before departing with a stone of loneliness sinking in the pit of her belly.