"Quick Tempers, Slow Minds"
Jon had the same auburn hair colour as his brother Robb, the two were inseparable, they dueled and sparred together like wolves, dancing and twirling with their longswords, using them like an extended fang as if they were actual direwolves of House Stark.
His direwolf pup, Ghost, reminded him of that very possibility, Ghost was an albino, the runt of the litter, he was abandoned by the mother much like Jon would have been if he had become the damned bastard child of Winterfell. The pups eyes were a glorious scarlet, the shade of blood. His father, Lord Eddard Stark had always told him that Ghost's eyes had reminded him of Jon's short temper. But it was true, Jon had an extremely short temper, but all Starks have short tempers.
The sparring match had ended and Robb relieved himself of his protective garbs while Jon followed suit, Jon had lost the match and he was aggravated already, but Robb had found it all too easy to beat his big brother in combat, Robb was always quicker, stronger and faster than him, Robb had felt that the match wasn't complete without a little bit of Stark banter, "You're as slow as a Wall Sentry, Jo-" Before he could finish, his head had smacked the ground, Robb's tunic was wrapped around Jon's firm paws, Ghost growled in the distance as Greywind howled. Jon always had a difficulty with insults and comebacks, so he decided to reminded him of his uncle Benjen, and how he gave up his title just to defend The Wall and defeat what lies beyond it. Before a word of The Wall could escape his tongue, Their mother, Catelyn, Lady Stark of Winterfell had appeared in the doorway and ordered the two to stand...
