Rickon tuned away the incoming wave of scandalous hearsay and gazed into the cloudy sky with longing. Greyhoof, his steed, was smart enough to follow the road and the lead of the others, so he eventually closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasant breeze caressing his neck. Shadow would tug on his mind if there was any danger or trouble. The direwolf would sense it far before any of them could - Rickon had no worries. Now, he had the one thing he had longed for.