@asfastaswind
Catelyn had been wary of those direwolf pups when Ned had brought them home, carried in Robb and Bran’s arms. They grew too fast and were creatures of fearsome stories....but when she bore witness to Bran’s wolf tearing the throat of his attacker, the man’s blood falling on her face like warm rain, wariness had given way to acceptance. She had seen the direwolf protect her son, killing the catspaw, and she loved him for it.
She had, therefore, found the sight of Greywind lay at her son’s feet a comforting sight as he marched on with his war. She felt a certainty in her heart that so long as her children had their wolves by their sides, that no harm would come to them, for what else could they be but gifts from the very Gods themselves?
As consequence, she had been quick to trust the changed form of Greywind though she had not been here to beat witness to his transformation, but as she looked upon him within the room, she knew she would never cease to find it a strange sight to behold.
“The blacksmith tells me your armour is almost finished...you shall soon have better than those made to fit men of different builds”
