He came to her room
And he told her to crone.
But the bird could not sing
For she was afraid of the hound.
Then the dog gave her a choice,
Come or stay.
The little bird flew away with the dog.
They ran down the steps
And out into the night.
One running, one flying,
Both fleeing.
One, the fire, one, a lover.
Through the castle, across the walls.
Stop, the bird pleaded,
But the dog gave her no mercy.
And while she flew, she remembered.
She was not a bird,
But a direwolf.
And soon the wolf outran the dog
And he begged her to retire.
They made camp for the night.
For a fortnight they traveled,
For a fortnight they fled.
The bird, free of her cage, was a wolf once more.
The dog, away from his master, was nothing.
A band of outlaws happened on them.
The dog fought the lightning with all of his savagery.
The hound killed the lightning,
But fire rekindled it.
The dog fled once more,
To chase his tail through the riverlands.
The wolf, she found another,
And together, they were a pack.
So ends the song of the dog and the bird,
The hound and the direwolf.