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After separating, leaving Bran Stark in the care of Hodor, Meera, and Jojen along with his own direwolf Summertime, Osha took Rickon Stark and his direwolf Shaggydog North first and met up with some other Wildlings headed south. It would be dangerous for the woman alone with a young child to travel alone, even with Shaggydog's help and her own skill, especially what with the forces coming down from the far north.

The group in question was mostly composed of a man and something of a harem made of his current wife and mistress who did not get along and spent most of their time bickering with each other, and that man's two sons by them, one each. Rickon was able to distract himself eventually with the other boys near his age, and the man himself found Osha alluring. Absolutely no one with a mind to understand such things was surprised when Osha became pregnant, and in fact, by the time she was heavy enough to need help she had galvanized the women of the group, and they all shared a friendly sisterhood that spent most of it's time giving "their" man a hard time in good fun

Their journey was not eventless, and more than once, Osha feared her child would be lost in fights, falls, lack of nutrition, or the everhanging threat of the cold. She thanked the Old ones when she gave birth to a healthy, squalling son. Rickon had aged quite a bit by the time the boy Weylan was born and enjoyed the idea of being a big brother, as Osha had become something of a surrogate mother to him. Even Shaggydog, who seemed to like only Rickon and tolerate Osha did not snap at the baby the way he did at the other sons who got too friendly with him.

Before his first birthday, though, the group was ambushed by Stark satellite families under the Boltons who's lands they'd currently been hiding on, Osha and Rickon plainly, helping the rest of the group hide in safety. They fought valliantly, but when Shaggydog was felled- for years their strongest and most fearsome threat to others as a terrifying living shadow made of teeth and anger- the women quickly tried to send their sons away. Osha wanted to send Rickon but the boy, temperarily deafened to the world as his closest companion was killed, did not heed in time and the other boys took their half brother Weylan alone and ran off, escaping what would end up being the end of the rest of their party.

The boys knew of yet another woman in their father's life and not being old enough to care for a baby themselves, nearly got him killed several times before they even met anyone they could ask for help. It took them nearly 9 months after that before they found the woman with whom they also found a sister. This woman honestly wanted nothing to do with her rival's children, but as a mother, took some amount of pity on them. She took them in to travel with her until she could find someone else to foist them off on. She exchanged one with the Night's Watch in exchange for food and supplies, lost the second somewhere in the travels- he'd run away- and dumped Weylan off, by that time nearly 6, on a peasant family in the Stark lands who'd recently lost a young son and were ripe for taking a replacement. Though it took an adjustment period- Weylan remembered things about his mother, and father, his "aunts", and Rickon and Shaggydog even outside the things his brothers told him, and not only did he not give up the way his brothers did on hope that they remained living, but wanted them to all be together again and resisted the new family with whom he shared no relation and a southerner last name "Snow"- he eventually buckled to their care. He knows by now that they all died, but he remembers that group he sees in his dreams fondly as strong, proud, fighters and honors his lineage remembering that he is a Wildling even if he mingles with the southerners. Anyone who remembered Osha the wildling woman who cared for the Bran and Rickon, or was passed on this knowledge from others(generally anyone in/from Winterfell, or the Stark lands) is friendly enough toward him so he has enjoyed some level of acceptance there.

Just a middle child in a house needing more hands to work but not more mouths to feed. Corrine led a comparitively nice childhood. She was forced to work obviously, from a very young age, and worked hard, punished harshly but never outright abused, sometimes went hungry, and was by all accounts dirty almost all of the time, but she did spend some days laughing and maybe goofing off and shirking duties to play or go see something or someone within the walls of King's Landing. Her cousin and older sister might take her places with them, ditch her somewhere, or blame her for their own misdeeds all in one day at their whim. Initially she idolized them both, then they came to shaky terms, and in the end, she loves them as her family. She has, in turn, done much the same thing to her younger sister and brother. Their home family life was dictated by her father, presided over by her mother, and enforced by anyone on that proverbial ladder ahead of her.

They did their best to take care of 5 children all at once- none of them were more than 10 years away from any of the others- but sometimes it was impossible, if the harvest didn't yeild. That said, sometimes they sent the older children to get jobs in King's Landing to supplement the income and to lessen the burden on the actual household. Her oldest cousin could be a stableboy when he had to leave and found himself aclimated to the work quickly. Next her older sister left, just once to be a barmaid, and ended up married so she moved out. WHen it was Corrine's turn, she also went to the Inn where her sister had gone- their families had been close friends in her parents' generation- and they agreed to give any able girl child food, lodging, and a bit of pay as long as she worked. Corrine had always been one of their wilder children, so her parents worried about how she'd hold herself away from home, but eventually they had no choice and had to send her off.

For just over 4 years she was never any trouble. It was tough at first- she didn't know what to do when she was groped or pulled, and when someone yelled at or struck her, or when they tried to cheat her and then call her a liar forcing the inkeepers to punish her for doing nothing wrong, and at first she would usually fall into shock, then later anger, and somewhere for a stretch before she learned to accept it and tough it out, she'd spend nights in tears. She was nearly deflowered no less than four times before she'd been there two years, and she came to know what to do about bruises, black eyes, and bloody lips so that she didn't appear 'ugly' at work quickly. And yet still she persevered and was so good at her work that the innkeeper asked to keep her in permanent employ and he and his wife treated her as their own daughter, and might even say she was if they didn't feel like correcting a patron. Her parents had stopped worrying about her by then, and were fine with the arrangement as long as she kept sending money so that they could get help seeing as they were down now to 4 workers including themseves instead of the previous 7 they used to have. As they began checking in with her less and less, she began keeping her promises a little less and less. A little kissing here with a traveller, or a moonlit horseback ride. An exchange of messages with a knight, and some messing around after a few drinks with some of her friends from the brothels. Eventually, all this would culminate in a child with a nobleman growing in her womb(idk how you want this history to go, so I've left it pretty open-ended where he's concered). Her parents, of course, came to hear of it from her and were highly upset, as though they'd expected it the whole time. She tried to explain that she was under the impression that they'd marry, and they chastised her for her naievete. While they had wanted to gift her some land and a mule and some other things as a dowry when she did wed, they made it clear, they were probably not going to and she should consider herself disinherited.

Her family had previously been her whole foundation, so losing their support nearly brought her all the way down. She was quite low for a while, but fortunately for her, she had something of a secondary family, and though they were also dissapointed in her getting pregnant, the inn and barkeepers reminded her that she always had a home with them, and that as long as she managed to keep it under control and marry quickly as she could, her child was welcome as well when it would come. Furthermore, many of her prostitute friends offered to care for her child if it took a long time to marry as they took care of their own if they were in a well and stable enough position to do so. She had a few joking and a few honest requests for her hand in order to save her, but denied them all on the basis of either knowing they were joking, couldn't really take care of her and were just making the gesture to be gentlemanly, couldn't take care of her but thought they could, or were simply not her type. When asked, she announced she would not tell her child about it's actual father until it was old enough to "spit at the mention of his name", half as a joke, half serious. Feeling supported was what brought back her spirits and vigor and gave her the courage to feel happy about being pregnant instead of anxious and ashamed. It also instilled in her a deep desire to have something of her own so that she could support everyone who supported her.