AN's: This is what happens when I listen to sad songs that give me Stark feels.
Disclaimer: George R.R. Martin owns them. Title and lyrics are from "Full of Grace" by Sarah McLachlan- listen to it with this and tell me if you don't cry your eyes out.
The winter here's cold and bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
We haven't seen the sun for weeks
To long too far from home
The walls of Winterfell had long since been rebuilt. The wolves had come again, spring at their backs and vengeance in their hearts. They took it with blood, and yet the taste was bittersweet. Once it was theirs only one chose to remain.
The Stark in Winterfell was young and dark and fierce as the wolf at his side. Only he had not the memories of the home it had once been, and so he remained with his faithful Onion knight serving as his advisor.
The rest of his pack returned once a year with the whole of the North.
The oldest came from the West, her skin fair as snow and hard as steel. The ice-queen, they'd called her once. Beside her, her husband's mismatched eyes challenged any that would speak against them.
The she-wolf came the farthest and alone, crossing the narrow sea. Her gaze was deadly and her sword was never clean.
From the Wall came three from the Night's Watch, their own battle finally won. The Lord Commander stood vigil at the back, as was his custom even now. His companions stood beside him. They'd been knights once- one with eyes as blue as sapphires, the other with hair as gold as his hand.
Only one was missing. The winged-wolf lived beyond the Wall and yet his presence was felt on the wind that blew through the red leaves of the Weirwood.
The godswood was silent. No words were spoken, no hymns sung.
From behind the tree a grey wolf emerged. He sat before the Weirwood, looking up at the face before throwing back his head with a howl that shook the earth beneath them.
From the shadows crept another, as ghostly as his name. The black wolf joined his brothers, their howls mingling on the air and becoming one. From a hill above the godswood, another large wolf with yellow eyes took up the call, followed by her pack.
It was almost a song. Their song.
And so the North remembered…and they will never forget.
Oh darkness I feel like letting go
If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this