[ whatever. you still love your good little northern girl.
Wearing skirted tunic and breeches and her black cloak clasped at her throat with a silver broach, Arya sets out with the game under her arm and a drawstring purse with the tiles in her hand. She lets Nymeria take point; it's better to walk in the wolf's tracks than to sink to her knees in the snow bank with every step. She calls his name at the gate. ]
Zelos! Come on. In you get. Sit. Sit. Good girl.
[ Even sitting on her haunches in the snow, Nymeria is taller than Arya. ]
action for an unspecified amount of time 8|
Wearing skirted tunic and breeches and her black cloak clasped at her throat with a silver broach, Arya sets out with the game under her arm and a drawstring purse with the tiles in her hand. She lets Nymeria take point; it's better to walk in the wolf's tracks than to sink to her knees in the snow bank with every step. She calls his name at the gate. ]
Zelos! Come on. In you get. Sit. Sit. Good girl.
[ Even sitting on her haunches in the snow, Nymeria is taller than Arya. ]