BRAN STARK APPRECIATION WEEK 2025 ↳ Day 2: Summer
Now you know, the crow whispered as it sat on his shoulder. Now you know why you must live.” "Why?" Bran said, not understanding, falling, falling. Because winter is coming.
When his brother Robb burst into the room, breathless from his dash up the tower steps, the direwolf was licking Bran's face. Bran looked up calmly. "His name is Summer," he said.
Bran III, A Game of Thrones
He bid them welcome in the name of his brother, the King in the North, and asked them to thank the gods old and new for Robb's victories and the bounty of the harvest. "May there be a hundred more," he finished, raising his father's silver goblet.
Bran III, A Clash of Kings
Prince. The man-sound came into his head suddenly, yet he could feel the rightness of it. Prince of the green, prince of the wolfswood. He was strong and swift and fierce, and all that lived in the good green world went in fear of him.
Bran I, A Storm of Swords
"And who is Summer?" Jojen prompted. "My direwolf." He smiled. "Prince of the green." "Bran the boy and Summer the wolf. You are two, then?" "Two," he sighed, "and one."
Bran I, A Storm of Swords
