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Despite the odd occurrence last month, the island had returned to normal and there seemed to be no sign of further snow. Though perhaps Robin was a little less complacent and he spent more time making sure he had plenty of firewood than he had previous. Though he left off the wood chopping at the sound of fuss from Much's pen.
"I'll feed you in a minute," Robin grumbled - not only had he ended up with a pet deer but it seemed he had a spoiled one.
But when he went round to the deer's pen to give him roughage and a bit of veg peelings he'd snaffled from the kitchen only to discover the reason for the deer's panicked noise.
A small wolf, sat at the bottom of the pen watching Much carefully. It looked a puppy, Robin thought for all it's size and he assumed it belonged to one Stark or another. "Where did you come from then?" he asked crouching to reach for the puppy letting it sniff him suspiciously before he fished out a bit of dried meat for it. "Back to Summerfell with you I think." The puppy barked loudly and pounced on his foot attempting to do it's best to chew his boot leather.
"I'll feed you in a minute," Robin grumbled - not only had he ended up with a pet deer but it seemed he had a spoiled one.
But when he went round to the deer's pen to give him roughage and a bit of veg peelings he'd snaffled from the kitchen only to discover the reason for the deer's panicked noise.
A small wolf, sat at the bottom of the pen watching Much carefully. It looked a puppy, Robin thought for all it's size and he assumed it belonged to one Stark or another. "Where did you come from then?" he asked crouching to reach for the puppy letting it sniff him suspiciously before he fished out a bit of dried meat for it. "Back to Summerfell with you I think." The puppy barked loudly and pounced on his foot attempting to do it's best to chew his boot leather.