A Wolf of Winterfell

By Wolfheart1

This story is in the point of view of Nymeria, Aria Stark's direwolf that Aria sent away to save her in book one/season one. This book uses components from the book that if you have not read the book you may not understand. In the book Aria has dreams in where she looks through Nymeria's eyes, like how Bran looks through Summer's, and sees her as the leader of a pack of wolves so strong it even dares to hunt humans. I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammar errors.

I crouch low to the ground the soft earth pressing gently against my underbelly and I move swiftly across the forest floor. I see a flash in the corner of my eye and turn to see the deer I've been tracking. I push forward with my strong back legs and with a burst of speed springing onto the back of the stag sinking my teeth into its fleshy neck. The burst of blood reaches my tongue and the creature falls beneath me. A flash of satisfaction washes over me as I lick my lips and look down at my fresh kill. The rest of the wolves in my pack have to fight in groups, being too small and weak to hunt big game on their own, but I enjoy my solitary hunts in the evening.

I pick up my game and begin to drag him back the clearing that my pack has temporarily made camp in. We travel more than we rest, killing and searching. At first I tried to never stray too far from my girl, Arya, but I knew I could not return to her for she said it was not safe with her anymore and being the only free direwolf south of the great wall has its perks when it comes to the respect of the small breed.

Now my small pack has grown from a view dozen to over a hundred, maybe even more than two, I stopped counting after a hundred. A larger group is harder to control yes and less personal but none of these small breeds would dare challenge her. My pack has no Omega, no Delta, and no Beta. Only an Alpha and a hundred plus hunters and warriors. I often wonder how these small breeds survive without a direwolf to lead them. They are smaller, slower, and dumber than me or any of my former siblings. They can't even make sense of the human words.

I remember Arya would always speak with me in the land she called Winterfell. When I was small I could never understand the strange noises but as I grew so did my mind and her language became as close to me as my own, even though my tongue could not form the words.

I am thrown from my thoughts of home as I move nearer to the clearing and the barks of the pack grow louder. I sigh inwardly as two of the small breeds run to greet me. I quickly send them away with a snarl and with a whimper they run back to the rest of their kind.

I settle into the nest I made overlooking the pack. As I bite into my catch I can see that the hunting parties all came back successfully and the pack had already began its meal. The pack it overflowed with the small breeds and I can no longer name a single one. At the beginning I had made it my duty to learn the names of my pack members but their numbers grew so rapidly I could no longer keep up. Even the names I had already learned slip from my mind as I lose interest.

I used to love the pack, the honor of leading, the thrill of the hunt, but as of late I've found myself longing for my girl. To run with her and sleep next her, to listen to her speak and tell me stories even though I could never even hope to respond, to feel her hands run through my fur once more, and most of all to protect her.

When I left at first I told myself it was ok, she told me to leave, it wasn't safe, this is what she wanted. I soon got used to it and all but forgot my beloved girl. Once I even found her. I smelled her before I spotted her through the trees. I should have gone to her, been with her at that time I was still lost in the fog of empty freedom, so when she howled I simply howled back before turning my back on her and running.

I regret that day now. I dream of her at night and I know she dreams of me too. She even entered my dream once and I never felt so happy. It was almost as though she was with me. I know in my heart if I could find her again I wouldn't turn away from her, I would run to her and never leave again. I would stand by her side no matter the dangers and protect her until the end.

With one last look at the pack below me I turn and lay down. Tomorrow I will find her, but now I must rest. With this I close my eyes hoping to see her once more in my dreams.

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