[He likes that the young man speaks to Ghost, and not to him. He likes the bright quick smile, the sense that someone else is happy to see a direwolf like Ghost in a place where such acceptance is not assured. He sees the other great wolf — there are a number of ways this meeting might go, and so far, it could be going worse.
His smile in return is amiable.]
Ghost is glad of friends. [His gaze shifts to somewhere near the other wolf, enough to indicate it without engaging it. Ghost is interested too, sniffing out the air between them as if looking to see if an offered hand holds a dagger. Or maybe not so wary as that.
When was the last time Ghost saw another wolf? Maybe north of the Wall, or maybe in the Wolfswood, for the ordinary sort, but not when Jon was with him. It might have been all the long years since he had left Winterfell to join the Watch, when his brothers and sisters still lived.]
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His smile in return is amiable.]
Ghost is glad of friends. [His gaze shifts to somewhere near the other wolf, enough to indicate it without engaging it. Ghost is interested too, sniffing out the air between them as if looking to see if an offered hand holds a dagger. Or maybe not so wary as that.
When was the last time Ghost saw another wolf? Maybe north of the Wall, or maybe in the Wolfswood, for the ordinary sort, but not when Jon was with him. It might have been all the long years since he had left Winterfell to join the Watch, when his brothers and sisters still lived.]
And this one, what’s his name?