The Sad Wolf of the River

Gods pity the wolf who stalks alone,

She gets no guidance from the Crone.

You murdered her kin, you burned her home,

You confined their name to the Dead Tome.

But now with rage she stalks the night,

Best if you hold your weapon tight,

For against this wolf, you stand no fight.

Lord Tywin, one of my birds whispered this song in my ear. She heard it sang by a strange man who bid the song reach your ears. The wolf in the song must be one of the Starks. I wonder, have you given the wolf cause to stalk you?

Varys