(Untitled)

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa sat outside Summerfell, her freshly washed and brushed hair pushed forward over her shoulder, the red gleam still bringing a smile to her face, she had kept her part of the bargain at least, though she would have been glad to return her hair to it's own colour even if she had not promised Rickon

Comments

[lonewolflives]

Listen with your ears. But even straining she could barely hear it moving through the underbrush. Big, though. Not Ghost or Grey Wind, because if they were here Jon or Robb would be. Not Shaggydog, because he would have headed for the fish, most like.

And the glimpse she'd caught was the wrong colour to be Nymeria. She stood up. "Get in the shelter," she said, starting to slide Needle free.

And then the shadow passed between a gap in the trees and she froze, Needle halfway out. It can't be. "Wait," she gasped at Sansa.

If Father and Robb and Rickon, why not...

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa is halfway to the shelter when Arya gasps out her second command and she is a little galled to be obeying her younger sister but she knows she would be no use in a fight. She stops at the gasp though.

She looks again and see's a flash of fur the colour so familiar that her heart aches. She knows there are other wolves on the island than the direwolves, but she looks again and she gasps and drops to her knees sobbing in disbelief as through the trees comes a direwolf pup with light grey fur and bright gold eyes. Sansa's vision blurs with tears but it makes no difference, she knows what she's seen, her heart is pounding, 'You're dead, They made Father kill you.' she thinks But Father is here, and Robb! So why not Lady.'

She holds out a trembling hand and when Lady bounds towards her and licks it, looking no different from when Sansa last saw her at Castle Darry, she collapses drawing her pup into an embrace, ever well behaved the pup endures it this and licks the tears from Sansa's face.

[lonewolflives]

Arya just stared open-mouthed at the two of them for a long while before realizing how silly she likely looked and composing her face.

"Oh," she managed. She cast a hopeful look at the forest, but there was no sign of any other direwolves. She looked back at the reunion, trying to ignore the slight spot of resentment she felt about Sansa getting her wolf back so easily. She never has to work for anything.

No. She pushed it aside. This was fantastic, Sansa had her wolf back. This was no time to be petty.

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa was still sobbing into Lady's fur, when she realises her sister was watching and she struggled for words to comfort her sister, "Nymeria's just stubborn Arya," she said 'like you' she thought "I'm sure she'll come back soon,"

[lonewolflives]

Arya sat back down, still staring at Lady. "Eventually, I suppose," she replied. "I can't- I don't- that's Lady."

Abruptly she bounded to her feet. "I'm going for a walk so you two can have some time."

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa watched her sister go, she could not blame her, it would be even harder for Arya now, 'at least before I was always worse off than her' She could not be too sad now though not with Lady sitting at her feet. She petted the direwolf and smiled through the now drying tears.