This prompt is a response to nedsseveredhead on tumblr, (8/January/2014): "werewolf! Starks c:" - this falls in the same AU as "Living, Missing, Fearing" (as a sequel), but can be read alone
This was Arya's favorite lesson, even better than Jon and Robb trying to teach her how to use a bow or a sword. So she ran to her father's solar the faster she could, trying not to throw any maid to the floor.
Luckily when she arrived she wasn't the last, neither Rickon and Sansa were present yet (I still don't understand why they have to come, Rickon is only two and Sansa already turned 10 but did not change)
"Sorry we are late, father," Sansa said, politely as ever, when she entered carrying their brother.
"No problem. Just take a seat."
"Are we finally going to fight, father?" Robb asked excited.
"I've told you these powers are a burden, not a child's play. Both you and Jon, as the oldests and the only ones who the power has developed yet need to be more careful and more responsible."
"Yes, father…" Robb said looking miserably, and Arya couldn't understand why, she couldn't wait until she turned 10, she was sure she would turn too - like Robb and Jon, and Lyanna and Brandon before them.
"Today, we're starting by sniffling the jars again, if you can get them all correct you will get to eat cake at dinner." They all nodded excited. "Sansa, you first." The beautiful redheaded nodded and lifted her youngest sibling from her lap to Robb's. Father put the band around her eyes and took the jars to her nose, while Sansa said what she smelled - the Others, Dragons, Vampires, Unicorns,…
"Amazing, Sansa. You got them all right." And then he brought her closer to him, trying to speak privately with her, forgetting that his other children's hearing was better than most, even in human form (Arya was sure that was a sign she would change as well).
"Still no sign of changing?" Father asked and Sansa shook her head. "It's not even been a moon since your nameday, maybe you still can…"
"I don't think so, and I don't think I mind anymore… I talked to mother and she told me I was too much like you - and that was a good thing," she said honestly, and then whispered, "And I like being like you," Sansa said before taking her seat.
Arya wondered what Sansa meant, she was a copy of their mother - the perfect lady - Arya was the one with father's eyes and hair, and she loved father very, very much… but she didn't want to be like father, she wanted to be able to change to a mighty wolf.