The wolf was giant-- probably the largest he’d ever seen. Even his own canine companions could be considered small in comparison. It was an encounter the Bolton Lord wouldn’t pursue unless it was absolutely necessary.

Though he is skeptical, the Raven flaps toward the dire wolf, an inquisitive sparkle in his eye. 

“MEAT!”

All of the air is pushed out of her lungs with an “oof” at the weight being pressed upon her body. But she will not deny him the need for comfort. With the little breath she has left, it leaves in a chuckle before he shifts further onto her lap. 

// @ghostdirewolfe

falls over into a heap of SNOW, scattering it everywhere as he rolls on top of his wolf && buries his face into the impossibly soft fur.

Ygritte had been so distracted by gathering the firewood they needed that she hadn’t noticed the attacker, by the time she did it would appear already to be over. Ghost had leaped at them and torn into his arm. The man was gone quickly, though not before he got his knife into the direwolf’s shoulder. 

“Ghost!” Ygritte breathes, kneeling next to the animal and examining the wound. “Good wolf.” She whispers reaching out to stroke him. “Ye’ll be alright, can I ‘ave a look?”

“ i tried ”

His head tilted as he listened out for a command.. And didn’t find one he recognized. The human used words he didn’t understand, but he did know the tone. This human looked and sounded more on the sad side, so the wolf stepped closer, brushing himself against the man.

The great white wolf moved silently, just as he always had, and Robb’s breath caught in his throat when he was so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from him. Not hesitating a moment now, Robb’s arms came up and his fingers threaded into the thick fur, face turning into it and taking a shuddering breath.

He could still remember so vividly how small he had been - how small they had all been. How he and Grey Wind had played in front of the fireplace in Robb’s chamber while he and Jon had looked on, sprawled on the bed after a long day.