A Song of Dark Ice and Lit Fire

Men may fight the game of thrones but the gods are just as invested in it. As Morena sees a possible (and bloody) future for the house that is under her protection, she decides that she must involve herself in the lives of the Starks in order to protect them from the horrid future she has seen. She strives to save Ned from beheading, to stop the Red Wedding, and to unite the family before winter truly comes. Along the way, she must wage wars with other gods and pay prices that she never imagined in order to see the Starks get the ending they deserve.

*I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire or George R.R. Martin's characters.

Bran

He was still in awe of the direwolf that was half-buried in the red snow. Its blind eyes stared at Bran as if it could see into his soul. The dead wolf's gaze should have disturbed him but he was too busy comparing the size of the wolf to the size of his own pony. It had to be bigger than his pony, but smaller than Robb's horse. He could hear Jon and Theon talking about the wolf and its origins. It wasn't just a wolf… it was a direwolf, like his father's sigil.

Looking to Robb, he noticed a small bundle of fur resting in his arms. Like the typical young boy, he released a delighted cry and inched towards his big brother. "Go on," his brother said. "You can touch him." Hesitantly, Bran extended his hand and gaze the pup a quick stroke.

"Here you go," Jon stated before putting a pup into Bran's own arms. He hugged the wolf pup and smiled softly as the wolf pup rubbed its face against his cheek. His father and men started talking about signs and what killed the monster, but Bran was too wrapped up in showering the little pup with quiet affection.

"Born with the dead," one of his father's men said in response to Jory's knowledge of direwolf birth. "Worse luck," the man added.

Then Hullen and Theon spoke of the pups' deaths. Theon drew his sword and the pup squirmed against him. "NO!" Bran cried out before adding, "It's mine."

His father seemed to agree with Hullen, Hullen's son, and Theon. Squeezing the pup closer, Bran felt tears burning his eyes. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of his father. But he couldn't bear the idea of the pup losing its head like the man from the Night's Watch.

"Lord Stark," his half-brother Jon said clearly. It was odd hearing Jon address their father so formerly. Why would he speak to him like that? "There are five pups. Three male, two female."

His father looked at him with questioning eyes. "What of it?"

"You have five trueborn children. Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your house. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord," Jon explained and Bran could've hugged him if it weren't for the sleepy pup in his arms. Even at his young age, Bran understood what Jon had done. The claim only worked before Jon had omitted himself. He was Ned's son as well, but a bastard. If there had been four males and two females, then each Stark child would have one, but that was not the case.

"You want no pup for yourself, Jon?" their father asked with a soft voice. If Bran understood what Jon had done, then their father would've understood as well.

"I am no Stark," Jon pointed out after commenting about the Stark's sigil.

Robb and Bran immediately jumped into the silence and claimed that they would take responsibility of their pups. They would nurse the pups if they needed to. Their father added additional responsibilities like training them. Bran would have agreed to anything if he could keep the sweet pup that just licked his face with its rough, warm tongue.

After remounting, Bran reveled in the victory. His pup had snuggled into his leathers, warm and safe. Now he just needed to come up with a name for the little wolf pup. They didn't go too far when Jon pulled up short and asked if anyone heard it. All Bran heard was the wind in the trees, hooves on the bridge, and his own whimpering pup. He watched as Jon turned his horse around and moved back towards the fallen direwolf. Bran saw Jon kneel down and remount. He noticed a smile on Jon's face as he rode back towards the group.

In Jon's arms was a snow-white pup with blood red eyes. "He must have crawled away from the others," Jon thought aloud.

"Or been driven away," their father responded, studying the pup in Jon's arms. The other pups were grey while Jon's was white. If it weren't for Arya similar looks, Bran would say that the wolf was like Jon among the Tully-influenced Stark children.

"An albino. This one will die even faster than the others," Theon claimed with an amused smile.

Jon's pointed look at Theon was as chilled as the air around them. Even if the albino wanted to, Jon would not let it die, that much was clear. Bran smiled as the group started to moved forward once more. Soon they would be in Winterfell and he couldn't wait to see Sansa and Arya's –

His thoughts were interrupted by a chilling breeze of cool air. Glancing back towards his pup's mother, he saw a woman in white. Her face was a pale white, almost as pale as the weirwood in Winterfell's godswood. She had a white cloak on with a hood covering most of her head, but Bran saw waves of brown hair spilling over her shoulders. Even though he was young, he knew that she was beautiful.

Without realizing it, he stopped his pony to watch her looking down at the mother wolf. When his father and brothers noticed that he stopped, they too stopped and looked in the direction he was looking in. Before his eyes, she seemed to disappear.

"What is it Bran?" his father asked, his eyes going back and forth between his son and the other side of the bridge.

He knew she was still there. Her cloak blended in perfectly with the snow around her. All she had to do was tuck her head down and she could hide herself. "There's a woman over there," Bran said, pointing towards the mother wolf.

Jon turned his horse once more, but Theon began to chuckle. "Robb, sounds like your brother is starting to have his own fantasies. A wolf woman in the woods, eh?" he asked before Robb slapped the back of Theon's neck.

"Shut up Theon," Robb growled. "Probably just a trick on the eyes Bran," his brother reasoned before pushing his horse forward.

Jon and his father stayed with him, watching the area near the wolf. "Should I go look, my lord?" Jon asked, his wolf curling closer to him.

His father was silent before shaking his head. "No. It was probably nothing Bran," he answered before ruffling Bran's hair. Both turned their heads away and urged their horses onward.

She lifted her head up and smiled at Bran. Something about her smile put him on guard and eased him. Almost like how he felt whenever he saw flurries falling from the sky in the evenings. She waved her hand over the she-wolf and Bran watched as the mother rose. The shaggy coat almost seemed to groom itself. Both the woman and the wolf looked at him before disappearing into the trees behind him.

Bran wanted to speak, but his father called for him. So he too urged his horse forward. His wolf licked his cheek and the young lord smiled.