Ghost was there. He was always there. She felt him before she could see him. His red eyes meeting her Tully blue eyes. A small smile spread as she caught a glimpse of his white fur glistening in the candle light.
"It is that time again?" she looked at the papers laid out , raven's that still needed to be answered. Calculations still left undone, positions that are still unfilled that need filled. Her ink had run out, her eyes blurry from reading terrible writing. Ghost always letting her know when she needed to stop before she realized it herself. Walking over he placed his head on her lap, his eyes looking up at her.
"Does he always do that?" Arya asked, scaring Sansa. Her sister giving that sly smile, knowing her sister can never tell where she is.
"Normally. He walks me back to my room every night at least. My own Guardian." Sansa ran a hand over his fur. A scratch behind his ear. She stood up pulling her glove over. "Jon is coming home soon."
"I know."
"He brings Dragons with him." Sansa walked with her sister, ghost trailing in front of them. His tail wagging behind.
"Dragons might be strong." Ghost stopped turning to look at Arya and Sansa. Sansa smiled looking out one of the small openings in the corridor.
"But Direwolves rule this land." Sansa smiled, watching the snow fall.