Retrospective
Hello Brother, said Wolf.
Hello Sister, said Dog.
How much you have changed after you went to sit by the fire with the Others, said Wolf.
How little you have changed after I left the Old Pack, said Dog.
You have baubles jingling from your harness, and your coat has grown soft to invite stroking hands, said Wolf.
I have an iron collar of deadly spikes, said Dog, and my teeth have not grown dull.
You are sleek and well fed, said Wolf, and then she asked, won't you share a lamb from your flock, so that I may prosper this bleak winter, as your sister?
I will not, said Dog, for the Others have given me the sacred duty to guard them. The Flock gives its body so the New Pack may keep its strength and use it to nurture the next generation. I have made my pact to uphold this cycle. You have made no vow, and run from your mother's flank to scavenge the middens of my New Pack.
I will give you not one lamb, Sister Wolf, and if you wish to take one, we must fight, pronounced Dog.
Aye Brother, so we must fight then, said Wolf.
Oh my God!! 💜
