N/A: Well, this is my very first story in english, so don't be so mean with all my grammar mistakes. I will improve ! (hope so)

I'm so in love with these two. Game of Thrones/A song of ice and fire otp. And I shouldn't be writing another fanfic 'cause I never finish what I start u.u but, well, I'm giving a shot with this one. Hope someone like it !

Chapter 1

If there was a word to describe Arya, that should be old fashioned. Yes, that should probably the best word for her. Ned Stark was thinking about that while watching the girl throw the window that leads to the front door of the stables, where she was, brushing the horses. Every other girl at her age would be asking for a car or an apartment in the big city or something lke that but there she was. Getting ready to ride her horse. Riding until it was dark and hair was so messy that Catelyn should help her get it straight again. He laughs imagining his wife face.

'What's so funny dear?' As he has called her with his thoughts her wife was at the door looking at him with curious eyes.

'I was just thinking how messy Arya's hair is going to be this time' and again he laughed at his wife face.

'She went out again?' But it was a retoric question 'cause she knew the answer. 'I don't know what to with her anymore' she said as she take a seat next his housband.

He only look at her with a little smile before taking her hand. Let her be, he thought.

'Wow' were the only words that came from her mouth. Arya took the hair from her face. It was sweaty and maybe dirty but she didn't care. The early snow of the winter that came that morning has transformed the valley in some kind of landscape from a souvenir card. She was about to take a picture with her phone when remembered that she had left it at home. Well, it shall be tomorrow. Not like she was leaving Winterfell, though.

She lead Snowwhite, her black and white horse, back home. The Stark family live in a very big house, a few miles away from town. There, in the country, they rise the best horses of the country. Or at least that was what everybody say. She was proud of it. As Arya was walking toward the front door, a big shadow appeared next to her.

'Where have you been, uh?' The wolf just look at her, waiting for her master to scratch her behind the ears. Arya did so and came into the house.

'Arya is that you?' Her father was seating as his usual spot next to the fire. Even their house was a bit old fashioned. Arya couldn't like it more.

'Yep dad' she sit next to him, as the fire warm her up.

'Arya Stark! Get the wolf out of the house. You know the rules' Catelyn stood with crossed arms until Arya stop staring at her with that grey eyes of her. They were just like Ned, she thought.

The young lady, or wolf as she was called sometimes, opened the door and the wolf run directly to the woods. Surely she was going where her pack was. And as her pack she means her brothers and sister wolfs. She went back next to her father but this time lay by the fire. Just like her wolf would do.

'Are you a wolf too?' Ned asked calmly. She smiled at him before closed her eyes. She was falling asleep.

'Arya go and sleep at your bedroom. You are not a wolf to be like that.' But with her dirty clothes and her hair as wild as it was, she really look more like a wolf girl and the young lady Catelyn expect her daughter to be.

'Stop with the orders!' Arya was tired and being patient was not one her virtues. She hate getting orders for her mother. With years she understood that was just her mother personality. But there were some times that she lost her temper. Especially when her mother eyes were whispering 'can you be more like your sister?' And what Arya Stark hated the most was being compared to her sister.

Got upstairs and washed her face. Try to brush a bit her hair. The reflect in the mirror told her to surrender. At least it was not like a bush, though. She sit in her usual spot at the table. The scene was kind of sad. All her brothers and her sister were out. Even Rickon and Bran had gone to some stupid camp or something. Not like she cared but she missed them. Even Sansa, she admited to herself.

'Arya could you get some bread from town?' Her mother gave her a hard look when she was about to open her mouth to argue.

'Ok, but I'm going with Snow' said at the same time she get her coat and get out. She could almost hear her mother complaining but she was already over the horse.

Took the way throw the forest and in a few minutes she could see the soft lights from the town. She could feel how many shadows were beside her as she ride but she was not afraid. Surely they were the wolfs. Or ghosts. Arya Stark was not easily scared.

The roads appeared and she smiled. She would be back in a blink. She could go through that town with her eyes closed. She knew it better than anyone but when a sudden light came from nowhere, that knowledge was for no use.

She got to stop right in time just like the car. It was an old one, kind of dirty, she thought. She looked a bit closer at it, getting notice that it wasn't from there. The stranger got out inmediatly but before he could do two steps she was in front of him or her.

'You almost hit me, asshole!' Shout at him. A big, tall boy with black hair. He stared at her about to say something but she cut him. 'Learn how to drive, stupid' said with a last angry look at him. Arya could feel him staring at her with not a very nice stare but she couldn't care less. Winterfell was no place for stupids strangers that didn't know how to drive.

Gendry Waters didn't expect that kind of welcome from the northern. Well, he didn'tt expect almost crash a girl riding a horse in the middle of the road and definitly he didn't expect the girl to be so rude at him, for not saying she was a bitch. But many things don't happen as one expected in life, he must know.

He looked for the house with the green roof and he easily found it. In the north everything seems more dark or maybe it was because of the sun goes down early. He parked his old, very old, torino and went down. The boy could feel like someone was watching him and that didn't surprise him. It was a small town and everybody knew everybody so now he was the new attraction. His uncle Mikken was expecting him with the door open.

'Come in boy or are you waiting for the snow?' North acid humor, Gendry thought. Took his things out of the car at the exact time when it started to snow.

Gendry had never seeing snow in his life and he thought it was like magic or something. But he got in the house before his uncle tease him with his face. Because he knew he put a pretty silly face when something impress him.

'Rough trip?' His aunt asked him. Mika was a really kind woman with a gift for cook. 'You seem exhausted'

'Indeed, I am' he said while siting on the couch. 'Well actually that wasn't the best part. Almost hit a girl in a horse at the town entrance.' Said casual. In Kings Landing an almost accident was really common.

'An accident? Are you ok dear?' Mika face looks really worried but Mikken just laughed at loud as he could.

'I think the boy has met Arya Stark, most known as the shewolf.'

'Little horse would be better.'

'Oh no boy. Just wait and you'll see' said Mikken with an enigmatic look.

Gendry shrugged Arya Stark, she-wolf, little horse, whatever, not like he was going to see her again.

Arya woke up late that day so when she made her way to the stables her father was already there. They were supose to meet earlier so she could show him the spot she found yesterday.

'Dad!' Shout and her father smiled at her. She breath in relief. Ned Stark never got mad at her. Well, almost never. 'Sorry, I fall asleep. Are you going to work right now? It's too late?'

Ned only smile. ' I think we have time to have a coffee if you want'

'Yes, sure' she was about to ask if they were going by car when her father passed by her side over his horse. Quickly getting speed. Arya smile mischief and jump over Snow to follow her father as fast as they could. Racing her father was one of the things she enjoy the most.

When they got to the usual shop, Hot Pie wave his hand at them. She thought was the place was quieter than usual but there were a few cars in the street. One of them seems familiar... or not. She have never see that car before. It was old, black and with the draw of a bull in the right door. Odd, she thought.

'The usual, sir?' Heard Hot Pie talking to his father. Both nodded. She was going to their usual table when noticed someone was already siting there. She recognized him instantly.

'You?!' Said both at the same time.

The wolf met the bull.