He had a weirwood's eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one.
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He had a weirwood's eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one.
Perched above the window, the Old Bear's raven peered down at him with shrewd black eyes. My last friend, Jon thought ruefully. And I had best outlive you, or you'll eat my face as well. Ghost did not count. Ghost was closer than a friend. Ghost was part of him.
-Jon Snow
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Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon’s boots. The direwolf’s red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword.
“Look. It’s you.”
Ghost sniffed at his carved stone likeness and tried a lick.
A Game of Thrones, Jon VIII
Jon takes Ghost for a walk
Davos: Gendry, there go the two beings who most adore Sansa. One starts panting heavily whenever Sansa enters a room, gives her puppy dog eyes, and bounds around the room whenever she scratches him behind the ear.
Gendry: And the other?
Davos: The other is Ghost.
Ghost: *hears about Jon riding Rhaegal*
Ghost: RELATIONSHIP WITH JON TERMINATED, NOW SANSA IS MY BEST FRIEND.
My boy
Jon x Ghost ⚔🐺