#young wolf

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“Grey Wind, where are you going?” Robb asks, following after the wolf that looks back at him every few minutes to make sure he’s still following.

The direwolf huffs at the question and picks up the pace, sensing Robb’s confusion and impatience. They quickly reach a clearing to one of the hot springs. You smile when you see your husband and Grey Wind.

“Wife,” Robb greets, taking in the sight of you bundled in the warm furs he had gifted you—you still hadn’t fully adjusted to the cold chill of the north. You had laid out an older blanket that didn’t get much use to sit on, there was a large basket next to you that was no doubt, filled with goodies.

“Husband,” you grin, “Grey Wind,” you call out and the beast immediately comes to your side. He is awarded with pets.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Robb says seriously, “Wildlings have been climbing the walls more frequently, it is not safe to be alone.”

“I’m not alone, you’re here, Grey Winds here,” you gesture with your head to the wolf that rests his head in your lap as you scratch behind his ears.

Robb rolls his eyes, “You know exactly what I meant, love.”

“I am fine, I have my dagger from my grandmother and if that doesn't work, all I need to do is shout for Grey Wind and the wolf will be at my side in a second.”

Robb doesn’t look convinced, making you sigh. This was meant to be a nice surprise for him, he had been working so hard to learn all the ways his father handled things in Winterfell. Especially since Ned would be leaving soon for a trip to The Wall meaning Robb would be left as the eldest Stark heir in Winterfell.

“Robb, please just come sit with me,” you pat the spot next to you and when he does, setting his sword right beside him, you take his hands in yours, “I’ve set this up so we could get away for a bit… you need a break…”

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughs a bit, “What would I do without you?”

“Get lost in your own head- crushed by your responsibilities?”

“Hm,” he hums, leaning in close, lips ghosting over yours, “it’s a good thing I don’t have to find out then.”

“No you don’t,” you smile cupping his cheek as you finally connect your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, a reminder to you both that you have each other.

Grey Wind huffs and moves from his place in your lap to sit on the very edge of the blanket.

You and Robb finally pull away from each other for air, panting, resting your foreheads together. Robb’s eyes are dilated and you’re sure yours look the same. He looks at you with nothing but the purest affection.

“So, my love, what have you got for us?” he asks softly.

You peck his lips quickly before reaching for the basket. Opening it, you revealed the treats you had packed. You had brought a bottle of wine to share, strawberries, bread, and cheese. It wasn’t meant to be a lot, just a little treat for the two of you.

Robb immediately reaches for the strawberries and pops one into his mouth. Strawberries were difficult to grow in the North as they didn’t really grow naturally and if they had, the plants would often die off if not tended to constantly. But ever since your marriage, loads more fresh fruit has found its way to Winterfell. And ever since then, Robb had completely fallen in love with the little red fruit. You took the wine bottle and the two small goblets out of the basket and set them on the blanket.

“Perhaps there is one good thing that has come out of the South,” Robb says, cheekily while holding up another strawberry.

“Only one thing?” you raise a brow, hands leaving the goblets and bottle of wine to rest in your lap.

“You’re right, my mother.”

“Oh, she is lovely,” Catelyn had been so sweet when you had come up North, she knew what it was like to be new there. But still, you wanted to continue the teasing game “and…?” you trail off, raising a brow.

“I suppose you’re good as well.”

You gasp, reaching over to shove his shoulder. He allows himself to fall back but in the process he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down with him. You land with your hands on his chest, you’re both face to face, and he’s grinning like a cat when you narrow your eyes.

“I only jest, my lady, you are the greatest thing to come from the South,” he brushes some of the hair behind your ear.

You giggle and kiss him once more before pulling back to whisper in his ear, “Hurry and finish your strawberries, my love, I wish to go for a swim,” you pull back, eyes glimmering with mischief.

A wolfish grin breaks out on Robb’s face, “a swim?” he repeats, voice slightly deeper just from the thought alone.

You hum, quickly climbing off of him so you can stand, he’s still laying down. You reach for the direwolf clasp that holds your large fur cloak on and carefully unclasp it, dropping it safely onto the blanket.

Turning to face away from him, you make your way to the hot springs but not before glancing over your shoulder, “You’ll have to help me with the laces…”

Robb quickly shovels the strawberries into his mouth, eating them all as quickly as possible before practically running to join you at the hot springs.

He presses a kiss to your neck, nipping lightly at the skin as he unlaces your dress. It was then that Grey Wind had begun to make noise and when you both looked, you cackled, doubling over in a fit of giggles. The large direwolf, the ferocious beast, had gotten its head stuck in the basket while trying to steal the bread and cheese when you two weren’t looking.

Your husband practically groans before going to help his wolf and after doing so, he turns back to see your dress and shift laying on the rocks. And you, grinning at him from the water.