;xwhitewolf

                                Ghost was chasing a herd of deer. The snow crunched beneath his paws. The wind whipped against his face. More and more snow fell. He was quick, so he bit him in the rear running and threw him to the ground.

The sounds of hooves quickly alerted him, and he sat up quickly, rushing to the sound of fresh food. Soon after, the smell of deer hit him, and hr ran faster, only slowing when he smelled something other than deer, something like him. The ripping of flesh made him run briskly again, his eyes falling upon the shredding of a single deer.

;nursed-by-direwolves

Ned flinched, but he was very much able to identify a direwolf once he saw one. The black one that usually followed him around - still without a name, though - wasn’t this far away, for all he knew; the boy gave a curious glance at the large animal.

"… you’re not from around here" he noted. He would have known if any other direwolves had been in this area for long - aside from the black one and his mother with her pack of dozens and dozens of wolves.

The direwolf nodded, bringing it's paws to claw at the soil beneath him before bringing it up from the ground.The more Summer stared, the more he began to miss his family, letting a small whine pass through him before standing again, advancing to the smaller boy hesitantly before nuzzling his nose against his shoulder.

Summer had no idea where his master had gone off to, nor this part of Westeros. Again, the large wolf sat, it's tail brushing against the boy's legs before he let his tongue hang loosely from his mouth.