When she gets older, she'd give Calvin a run for his money.
The snow had been a welcome respite from the heat, and a relief of another kind besides--all the rest of the year, the Starks lived in a tropical summer, and the few weeks at winter were the one time they regained something approaching their natural habitat. The direwolves liked it even better, for there's nothing quite so pitiful as a very hot, thirsty wolf, and the snow had even the oldest ones digging tunnels through the drifts and playing like puppies.
Eddara has never been one to be out-puppied, least of all by grown up wolves, however, and has been systematically going through her relations, one by one exhausting them all in her quest to keep playing and not have to go inside. Most recently she's kidnapped her uncle, dragging him and Grey Wind out of Summerfell with the intent of building a snowman (and snow wolf) army capable of world, or at least island, domination.
"Grrr!" she growls, baring her teeth at one unfinished masterpiece, or perhaps at Grey Wind, hiding behind it.
"That's hardly fair," Robb says dryly, behind her. "Threatening him before he's even got eyes. It's not exactly an even fight, is it?"
Eddara doesn't seem to think 'fair' comes into the picture anywhere, but she does let him poke two dark pebbles into the snowman's face without knocking its head off, so it's something.
[One ex-king, one direwolf, one future psychopath. Tag at will.]
Eddara has never been one to be out-puppied, least of all by grown up wolves, however, and has been systematically going through her relations, one by one exhausting them all in her quest to keep playing and not have to go inside. Most recently she's kidnapped her uncle, dragging him and Grey Wind out of Summerfell with the intent of building a snowman (and snow wolf) army capable of world, or at least island, domination.
"Grrr!" she growls, baring her teeth at one unfinished masterpiece, or perhaps at Grey Wind, hiding behind it.
"That's hardly fair," Robb says dryly, behind her. "Threatening him before he's even got eyes. It's not exactly an even fight, is it?"
Eddara doesn't seem to think 'fair' comes into the picture anywhere, but she does let him poke two dark pebbles into the snowman's face without knocking its head off, so it's something.
[One ex-king, one direwolf, one future psychopath. Tag at will.]