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"Where were you?" He asked by way of greeting.

Arya looked down to the ground at the voice, deep and familiar.

Jon was leaning against the tree Arya had clambered up earlier in the night, her pale blue shoes near his feet.

"Not there." She answered evasively.
"Arya," his tone was a tired one, and she kicked his shoulder half-heartedly.

"I was wandering around the castle for a time, then I came out here, to the gardens." She lied, and Gendry's face flashed in her mind.

Jon caught her foot by the ankle as she went to swing her heel at him again. "You might not ever see your sister again." He told her and Arya felt a lump form in her throat at the thought.

"I know that," she snapped a little too harshly. And I shall miss her.

She glared down at the hand holding her foot. "If you dare tickle me, I'll not be responsible for any injuries that befall you, you realize?"

Jon grinned, mirth on his face and mischief dancing in his grey eyes. He traced one finger down the middle of her sole and her leg jerked; connecting solidly with his arm.

"Ow!" Jon complained, and Arya grinned down at him.

"I told you as such," she said smugly, but she held her arms out to him. "Catch me?"

"Of course."

She leapt from her perch and he caught her with a practiced ease.

Arya remembered the day she first met Jon, even though she could not remember anything else at the age of three.

She vaguely recalled King Rhaegar speaking with her father within Winterfell's walls, and Jon standing close behind him; a solemn expression clouded Jon's long face, and he looked just like father. She had giggled and toddled over to him on baby legs, much like how Rickon used to, she supposed. And Jon had smiled warmly at her and called her baby cousin as he lifted her up into the air.

She also remembered that Princess Rhaenys did not treat her any differently back then, as opposed to her demeanour now.

Arya had followed Jon everywhere, and even sought out his bed most nights back then, until her mother told her that it wasn't proper.

He had been the one to teach her to wield a sword, too.

He set her gently to the ground, his grey eyes clouded with some emotion she couldn't quite place. "Come on, little wolf. We'd best be getting back." He picked up her light velvet blue shoes, and urged her on ahead.
Arya reached for his hand and tugged him to the castle with her.

-x-

Arya froze when she spotted him, and a wide smile spread across her face. "Robb!" She cried, and dashed towards her eldest brother. The air left his lungs with a woof, and his strong arms came around her. "Hello, little sister."

She grinned up at him. "What are you doing here?" She asked, excitement showing in her long, Stark face.

Robb ruffled her hair like how Jon usually did. "I've come to see my other little sister off. " He told her, a smile that matched her own gracing his face. "But did you want a present first? I haven't seen you in nigh on two years."
Arya nodded eagerly, and rocked back on her heels. She heard yipping, and a servant with red hair handed over a wolf pup.

The little thing had big paws, light grey fur and intelligent gold eyes.

"This one's yours." Robb told her and she knew her eyes had gone wide with excitement. "But father said that you're to train her properly if you are to keep her. She's a Direwolf, Arya. One of the last."

Arya shifted the pup's weight to her left arm and traced the markings on her fur with her other hand. Jon walked up the steps quietly, and nodded in greeting to Robb, who nodded in return.

Robb lifted another wolf pup from a basket. This one was pure white, it had blood red eyes - the colour of Targaryen - and it looked to be the runt of the litter.

"It's smaller than Nymeria." Arya commented, and Jon gave her a bemused look.

"Nymeria?" He asked quizzically.

Arya gestured to the pup in her arms with her chin. "Her." The newly dubbed Nymeria started to lick her mistress' face.

Robb held the white pup as he had with Nymeria moments ago; by the scruff of the neck. "I know you're not a Stark, but you're as much my brother as Bran or Rickon."

Jon had a solemn look about him as Robb gave him the little albino pup.

Arya smiled up at him. "What are you going to name him?" She asked eagerly, adjusting her grip on her own pup again. When Jon did not answer her immediately, she turned back to her brother. "Does Bran have one? What of Rickon?" She paused in thought before she blurted out. "Did you give one to Sansa as wedding present?"

Robb grinned down at her. "Yes, little sister, I did." He lifted a smoke- grey pup from the basket, and held it with a type of familiarity. "This is Grey Wind." He told her, and the pup regarded her with intelligent yellow eyes.

"Hello, Grey Wind." She greeted, and slowly reached out to the Direwolf pup. He sniffed her hand before licking it, and she felt a smile spread across her face.

After a moment or two, Robb put the pup back into a make-shift cage, and locked it. "I'd best go find father, I need to speak with him."

Arya nodded, her smile waning. "Will I see you in the morn?"

"I will try to see you before I go, little sister. I swear it."
With that he was gone up the stone steps, as Arya tried to help Jon pick a name for his little, quiet wolf pup.

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