GRYFFINDOR: “All my life men like you’ve sneered at me, and all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.” -David Benioff + DB Weiss (Brienne of Tarth: Game of Thrones: The Prince of Winterfell)
“That was the best part, the dreaming. She dreamed of wolves most every night. A great pack of wolves, with her at the head. She was bigger than any of them, stronger, swifter, faster. She could outrun horses and outfight lions. When she bared her teeth even men would run from her, her belly was never empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowing cold. And her brothers and sisters were with her, many and more of them, fierce and terrible and hers. They would never leave her.”
When Jon first started sending Ghost to follow you it had
almost been sweet, the tiny albino puppy growling at anyone who dared approached
you in an unsavoury manner, however this continued until his ears were level
with your shoulders.
You could never get Jon to make the Dire-wolf to leave you
alone, he’d always mumble something about not controlling him all the time,
which meant you had to put up with the giant protector.
“Hello Ghost.” You hummed when you felt the familiar snout
nuzzle into your hand. He made a low whine in response and followed you as you
collected baskets of food and jugs of wine to take to the main hall.
With Ghost leading the way to the Winterfell halls people
scattered to get out of your way. Once you reached the hall you set down your
heavy load, handing wine off to the handmaidens that were waiting for you.
“What took you so bloody long?” One of the cooks asked as
you set down the last basket of food. “Keep that giant beast out of here” She
hissed once she looked up and saw your usual companion.
“Do you like games, little man? Let’s play a game. Run to your brother. The sooner you make it to him, the sooner you get to see him. That’s it! That’s the game. Easy. Ready? Go. No, you have to run, remember? Those are the rules.“