Sometimes it’s okay to give yourself a pat on the back and say, ‘That was cool. That made me feel good.’
Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.