Shadowwyn Moor you had your maps drawn

After parting ways with October— in order to uphold his promise to return to the Hollow sooner, rather than later— Rickon was in a palpable funk. The last thing he wanted to do was to leave her with a job unfinished, and knowing that she was out there alone had made it incredibly difficult to leave her side. He felt a little resentful of his new home, and the loyalty he wanted to show to Steady and Valette for their kindness, because these were the only things keeping him from doing exactly what he thought he should be doing. What he wanted to be doing...

He couldn't drag himself back to Easthollow feeling as downcast as he did, so he skirted his pack for the time being and continued south. It was dark by the time he'd come unto the Moors. He'd never been here before, but he felt surprisingly welcomed by the cold air as it seemed to invigorate him enough that depression wasn't so clear against his shadowed face. A sound drew his attention, and he approached slowly to find a tawny she-wolf, not so much younger than him, peering into the crevice of a log.

For the first time in his life, Rickon didn't approach the stranger. He had always been one for company, but at that moment, he was feeling so downtrodden, he wasn't sure he wanted to infect the present company with his mood. Swallowing, he made to move away from the scene, unsure if he truly wanted to escape unseen or be discovered by her.