“Put away your sword, Greyjoy,” Robb said. “The sooner the better,” Theon Greyjoy agreed. “I’ve heard tales… maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came.” “I’m surprised she lived long enough to whelp,” he said… His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.Ī sudden silence descended over the party… Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand. He gave a yank and held it up for all to see. His father knelt and groped under the beast’s head with his hand. “There’s something in the throat,” Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked. “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.
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