“This is only a dead animal, Jory,” he said… “Do we know what killed her?”
“Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years,” muttered Hullen, the master of horse. “You can touch him.”īran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, “Here you go.” His half brother put a second pup into his arms. The pup was a tiny ball of grey-black fur, its eyes still closed… “Go on,” Robb told him. He gave a cry of delight and moved closer. That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb’s arms.
Theon Greyjoy said, “There’s not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.”īran tore his eyes away from the monster. …Half-burried in bloodstained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death… “What in the seven hells is it?” Greyjoy was saying.
