[ ——♔ ;; kin of the prince ]
[ ——♔ ;; nymeria ]
——♔ ;; [her nostrils flared as she smelt the boy. he smelt different, like two scents she had smelt when she was just a pup. she took a small step forward, pausing as she smelt him again. he was just a boy. nymeria continued to walk forward, and pushed her head into his outstretched hand]
Her fur was strong, not soft and delicate like a pampered hound’s would be— but like a wild animal, exposed to the elements, left to fight them on her own; she was no pet he knew this; but she didn’t have to be an enemy, even if his father had killed a direwolf— or so it was said he had.
❝ You’re far from home aren’t you? ❞
He knows she won’t respond, but the fact of the matter is the shewolf is far from the comfort of the North, but in the dangers of the South.
——♔ ;; [nymeria looked at him, his words turning into nothing but gibberish in her direwolf mind. she was out of place here, but she was looking for someone. the south was no place for her. someone was approaching them. she could tell. her sensitive ears picked up the sound of the footsteps, and she left out a soft whine. she nudged his hand with her head again, her whine becoming louder]
