Ghost had only stopped for a moment.  Fresh water was needed.        Ears remained alert, but  eyes did not.   The search for Jon Snow seemed to be  over, but the wolf didn't give up.            He tried not to  wander far from the wall. Jon would want him there to  defend it, but Ghost did not agree.  He only wanted to  be by Jon's side. He could hear someone creeping up  behind him, slowly,     but he did not stop drinking just  yet.           There were very few things that frightened a  d i r e w o l f.

 robb ;;

                            Did the people not realize                             that a wolf on his own, and                             a young one at that,  stood                             n  o   chance   of  surviving                             without         his         pack?

          He knelt down beside Grey Wind, a hand falling to the           wolf’s back to steady his descent. Yet the pair must            continue on their path, for it was in the name of the sa-           fety of their scattered pack. Afterwards, they would be           reunited and their pack would survive.                                                                    As they always had.

                 “It’s just the two of us for now – we’ll have                    to take care of one another, won’t we? And                    there’s no  other I  would rather  have at my                    side. We shall show the lions what happens                    when they seek the destruction of our pack.”

                 A somber howl came forward  as Grey Wind agreed       with Robb.                    It was low, softer than his battle cry.     The wolf could not speak, but he                    understood. Nothing was more important to him than Robb.  This was a                    difficult time for the both of them.     What Robb felt, Grey Wind also felt.                    The unhappiness, the worry, the regret, the fear, all of it.  Grey Wind was                    simply a reflection of the Stark boy.      Mirroring his emotions, he wants,                    and his dreams.      The dreams, the window to his brothers, told him he                    would never be with them again.   Somehow, he didn't mind.    If he was                    to die, he would do it fighting for Robb. And it would bloody.      After all,                    he was not a tame wolf.

  sansa ;;

         The wolf desparately wanted the rabbit it had been eyeing,   but when Sansa            called Lady answered. Another day, Rabbit.     The giant russet wolf turned and            ran swiftly to her human.            Upon reaching her side, Lady was happy again.            There was nothing like the feeling that radiated from Sansa Stark.     A wolf and            human match made by the old gods.      There was no way to judge which wolf            had a better connection with its Stark.   They were all different in their own way,            but Lady was the sweetest of the pack.  She would cuddle, and nuzzle, and be            there at Sansa's every beck and call.   Aggression was simply not in her nature,            but she was just as protective as the rest of them.  She pressed her giant head            against Sansa in a loving manner, letting her know she came when called, as if            her enormous presence could actually be overlooked.

                                               gentlexstag

                        The dark wolf of the pack didn't like strangers.   The others would                         usually stay calm     around a human they found no danger in, but                         Shaggydog didn't care. He was full of anger & rage.          Usually,                         Rickon  was the only one who could calm him down, though Bran                         used his tricks as well. Here stood a girl the giant creature did not                         know, so naturally it's teeth were bared.

                                                     wxlfling

                        The wolf took a slow, step towards the small human.   It wasn't                         cautious -- but it was gentle.     The wolf had grown up around                         other wolves, leading it's own pack, but she knew this girl. She                         would always know this girl.      Her giant feet took more gentle                         steps forward, afraid to frighten her former human.

                                            firebeyondthewall

                       he'd been listening   -- --  his ears still just as good as they were                        in his wolf form. the other was approaching.  female he guessed.                        her steps much lighter weight than a males,          though just as                        determined & strong.   he stood, towering a tall six feet and four                        inches. he pushed his blonde, almost white, hair from his face &                        kept his eyes sharp.  the color red was the first thing he noticed.                        that color always meant danger.

                                       ❝stop. you're not going any further                                        without telling me why you're here.❞

                                          unseenmockingjay

                                                     ❝ that's close enough --❞  

                                   grey wind    stood just in front of the girl making                                    her way into their campsite.    an unfamiliar face                                    usually meant spy, but he'd give her the chance                                    to explain herself.