Twelfth House of Westeros ♛ Action ♛ The Sigil of House Stark

[songsandstories]

[Around the castle]

[Sansa had come to be a little more adjusted as Lady. The senses were the first adjustment. But it seemed to just-- fit? It was a strange sensation, to be used to it and not. To be content in this form and realize how weird it is. It simply was not just the castle. Though she couldn't place her finger -- or paw -- on it.

She would still try and keep a look out for Arya if she could. During the day, she moved through the castle. It was also easier to be like this and try and see if any more Lannisters or people from her world were about. She'd go wherever she was allowed, occasionally nudging doors open with her nose if it was already open.]

[Forest]

[It was easy to see he marks of the past direwolves. Nymeria was larger than her, but there were prints from Ghost and Grey Wind. It hurt to think about, what it meant. But she was a direwolf and would not be content in the castle. It was better here, even when she'd accidentally step in Grey Wind's giant paw print.

This was more like home. Trees and nature. Perhaps no snow, but it reminded her of the North. Of a place she could never get to again. Lady was dead, and as Sansa, she was Alayne Stone hiding in the Vale. She believed Petyr would would get her there, but what of Winterfell? She thought about all that had happened with her family before she caught the scent of a rabbit. Then her instincts took over.]

ooc: Sansa is still on her loss. Ever felt like meeting a direwolf or interacting with one? Well here you go. This is completely open.

Comments

apologies in advance for the slow. Around the castle

[wintercat]

[Catelyn really should know better than to expect any degree of normalcy by now, even in her own room. Her initial thought upon seeing the direwolf was that it was Nymeria returned from a hunt, but that... wasn't quite right. She wasn't as connected to animal as Arya, but she had learned to recognize her, at least.]

Lady? [Will wonders never cease?]

np

[songsandstories]

[She howls, low and paine. She was Lady but not. Hello, mother.]

Re: np

[wintercat]

[She crouches and holds her hand out. Cat may not have quite figured it out yet, but any of the direwolves are a welcome sight, as far as she's concerned. That doesn't mean she's going to approach first, though. She has a healthy respect for the creatures.]

Re: np

[songsandstories]

[Lady sits before sniffing Cat's hand. After a moment she licks it. Lady is not much bigger than the last time Catelyn had seen her, far smaller than the other direwolves that have been here.]

[wintercat]

[If the direwolf will allow it, Cat will move to scratch her ears.]

Sansa will be glad to see you. [Or maybe not. It would be hard to explain why Alayne had a direwolf.]

[songsandstories]

[She whines at that. She is Sansa, Mother.]

[wintercat]

[How odd. It was almost like a response...]

You understand me?

[songsandstories]

[Lady nudges Catelyn's hand with her snout. Yes.]

[wintercat]

[Cat is catching on.] This is a "loss," then?

[songsandstories]

[A nod of her head, followed by an aggrivated whine.]

[wintercat]

[Aaaaaaand it clicks.] Sansa?

[songsandstories]

[She jumps and howls at her mother. Yes, she understood.]

[ladywinter]

Oh, my dear. [It's sort of a half laugh, half startled noise.] Whatever are we to do with you?

[songsandstories]

[She whines at the thought. Don't laugh, mother.]

[ladywinter]

I am sorry, darling, but you must admit this is absurd. [She's...talking to a wolf. She feels so ridiculous.]

[songsandstories]

[She howls again, loud. She doesn't like this. Of all the things...]

[ladywinter]

Do you wish to stay here, at least until this passes? [Castles aren't exactly designed to be direwolf accessible.]

[songsandstories]

[She whines. There's not much of a choice, but there's not much to really do either.]

[ladywinter]

I know. But what else is there to do?

[songsandstories]

[She whines again and starts heading toward their rooms.]