Mudminnow River Teach me to live

"I b'lieve she called it the Stone Circle," he told her, not yet privy to the name of the actual pack, only their territory. "I think that's a telltale fer where it is." Rickon felt that was a fact, though had to remember that he hadn't been able to find the place himself yet. He didn't want to interrupt her travels by offering her to come with him, because asking her to change trajectory seemed rude.

He smiled at her when she asked, nodding easily in response. She went on to speak of ideals he was more familiar with himself, and Rickon realized that he believed in all of it. Goodness and fairness and fighting for what's right. And fate. "Well, my mama always said what I feel is always right, an' I fer sure feel like this is fate. It ain't a prospect so hard to believe in if ya really get to thinkin' about it," he winked, his tail wagging as she relented, agreeing to consider such a concept should their paths cross again. "I'll see ya again, Selkie. Ain't no doubt in my mind 'bout that."

There wasn't anything about Rickon's very honest expression that said he thought otherwise.