Robert Baratheon is nothing like Ned. Lyanna sinks her teeth into the skin of the boy their father has decided to foster. Why they'd receive such a disgusting creature into their house Lyanna doesn't know. He is a cruel, loud thing and she dislikes him more than she does the spiders that occasionally steal into her room. She gains a shove in the snow for her effort.
Benjen is still a baby, so he can't help her much as Robert heaps armfuls of snow on her. The chill bites well into her bones, water soaking her dress.
There is no knight in shining armour for her. Lyanna despairs at having to suffer through Robert's torment. Instead of crying into her mother's skirts, she learns to protect herself.
Soon enough the snow feels like an old friend. The trees are her friends and she becomes her own saviour. The art of habit of avoiding Robert slowly turns into an art. The stag does not yet fear the wolf. And with its teeth missing the pup can but keep out of the antlers' way. But one day, Lyanna promises to herself, the wolf will be grown, so will the fangs it'll wield.