The Starks and their Direwolves » Bran and Summer.
Every night it’s the same. I’m walking and running, but… I’m not— I’m not me. I’m running through the godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I’ve made a fresh kill, howling.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives
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