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It had been two days, and they still hadn't found Nymeria.
Arya had stood in the clearing Jon had suggested, closed her eyes and strained with all her senses to spot the direction where something - anything - was... off. Anything that would suggest thatr here was a wolf on an island where no wolf should be.
Eventually, she'd thought she'd heard a pattern of birds taking to the air and silence that said 'something is hunting here.' She'd pointed, and she and Jon had set out.
It had been two days, and they still hadn't found Nymeria.
They had found a dead boar yesterday; brought down by a large creature, its throat ripped out. They weren't in what Jon had said was the dinosaur territory; close, but not quite there yet. So it had to be something else.
Ghost had picked up a scent, but neither of them could tell what that scent was, whether they were following a direwolf or a particularly appealing rabbit. Night had fallen before they caught up with... whatever it was, and Jon had insisted they make camp and not go haring off in the dark. Arya knew he was right, it was just hard to do when a wolf - her wolf - could be using that time to put more and more distance between them.
Now the sun had risen, and they were once more following Ghost; Arya was trying to spot any sign of a trail, but as good as her eyes were, she only had the vaguest idea what to look for.
She knew exactly what she was listening for, though, she knew what a wolf sounded like. So she was keeping as quiet as possible, straining her ears for a howl or a bark or a growl.
We have to find her today. We have to.
Arya had stood in the clearing Jon had suggested, closed her eyes and strained with all her senses to spot the direction where something - anything - was... off. Anything that would suggest thatr here was a wolf on an island where no wolf should be.
Eventually, she'd thought she'd heard a pattern of birds taking to the air and silence that said 'something is hunting here.' She'd pointed, and she and Jon had set out.
It had been two days, and they still hadn't found Nymeria.
They had found a dead boar yesterday; brought down by a large creature, its throat ripped out. They weren't in what Jon had said was the dinosaur territory; close, but not quite there yet. So it had to be something else.
Ghost had picked up a scent, but neither of them could tell what that scent was, whether they were following a direwolf or a particularly appealing rabbit. Night had fallen before they caught up with... whatever it was, and Jon had insisted they make camp and not go haring off in the dark. Arya knew he was right, it was just hard to do when a wolf - her wolf - could be using that time to put more and more distance between them.
Now the sun had risen, and they were once more following Ghost; Arya was trying to spot any sign of a trail, but as good as her eyes were, she only had the vaguest idea what to look for.
She knew exactly what she was listening for, though, she knew what a wolf sounded like. So she was keeping as quiet as possible, straining her ears for a howl or a bark or a growl.
We have to find her today. We have to.