‘‘I’ve never seen an aurochs,’‘ Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table. The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen.
Septa Mordane sniffed in disapproval. ‘‘A noble lady does not feed dogs at her table.’‘
‘‘She’s not a dog, she’s a direwolf,’‘ Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue.