AN: Yeah, sorry this took so long. Just had to wait for the writing bug to bite me again.


Finding an army on the move was never a difficult thing. If the ground looked torn up, the countryside stripped of any food, and there was a decidedly sewage smell to the area, you were probably behind them. In front, you could usually pinpoint them by the massive column of dust and smoke that rose from tramping feet and coals carried to start the next night's fires. A few thousand feet above the earth, Odahviing and Kirah flew steadily towards the rising dust. As they slowly circled above, waiting for night before they chose to come down, Kirah considered her current problem.

Convincing five men to sit down and has out an agreement was immensely difficult when they were only fighting over a cow, let along a throne. The Stone King, as she had taken to calling Stannis, and the Stag and Rose King, as she had dubbed Renly, alone would give her headaches for years to come. The Kraken King and the Wolf King was drive her farther towards her ever dwindling mead supply and getting the Lion King, who she had so kindly burned when she last saw him, to not kill her on the spot would be a miracle in and of itself.

You have one, get the others. They are not Alduin, they are men who can be plied. Kirah puzzled over her predicament as the sun began to set, feeling Odahviing drop as he swooped a little lower. His wings flared out, the waning sunlight shining through the red membrane and cast her in a blood colored light. Finally, with the sun down, he swung farther down, headed for the lit camp. A few twangs echoed through the night as some guard saw them and loosed an arrow, but they had come at night because of that. Seeing, let alone hitting, a dragon at night was extremely difficult, as Kirah could well attest to. There was a cleared space by a large tent, most likely a gathering ground for the soldiers to hear their king. Odahviing veered towards it, cried raising as soldiers noticed him in the torch light. It was an easy landing, his claws digging deep into the earth to stead himself, and Kirah leapt off his back, a Shout on her lips. "Zun Haal Vik!"

The soldiers cried out in alarm as their swords sprang from their hands, as did the young man who burst from the tent. He had his sister's hair, auburn, though a little duller. A woman was by his side, the same hair upon her head. Kirah bowed to her. "Lady Stark, this one brings news of your daughter."

Robb, for it was Robb groping for his sword that seemed to elude his fingers, seemed almost to burst with anger. "Who are you? Some Targaryen?"

Kirah removed her helmet, knowing that even in the torch light, he could see her face. "I do not know what a Targaryen is, but I am not one, I assure you."

"My daughters, you said you had news." Catelyn fairly jumped in front of her son, quailing a little when Odahviing swung his head over to take her scent, but standing firmer when he merely sat back a little farther.

"Sansa is safe at Dragonstone, she asked me to bring this to you." Kirah held out a letter, and pinched it between her claws as Odahviing suddenly sneezed. Unfortunately, he lit the ground on fire, sending everyone scrambling back. Lady Stark took the letter after Kirah had stamped out most of the flames. She could feel the cold steel on her neck as Robb was able to hold his sword now.

It was with a voice as cold as the steel itself, he used. "Creature, if you have harmed my sister, I will take your head."

"I did not harm a single hair on her furless head, the king you left her with did that."

He fair growled, but that was the wolf that had suddenly appeared, almost as big as a horse. Kirah drew back her lips and hissed at it, fangs and all. She could feel her hackles raising, her tail poofing out. This damn wolf would be the death of her, she knew that. A delighted laugh suddenly broke through, Lady Stark laughing with happiness thought here were tears in her eyes.

"Robb, let her be. Kirah, I must thank you from the bottom of my heart." Catelyn said as she held out the letter to her son. "You are sure she is safe in Dragonstone?"

Kirah nodded. "The little kit, Shireen, promised that she would help her however she could, and the short-fingered one too. The Stone King does not seem to mind too much, he barely paid any attention as Sansa gave me the letter to bring to you."

"Why did you not bring her here?" Robb snapped, sheathing his sword.

"A marching army is no place for one her age." Kirah replied, "The dragon castle is safer."

"And what about your dragon, is he safe?"

"Be calm, joor. I have no interest in eating you." Odahviing huffed from behind. "I follow my Thuri, and she has said that I may only eat animals for this trip."

"It speaks." Robb almost back pedaled, but caught himself at the last moment.

"Sometimes you'll wish he wouldn't." Kirah griped as she turned to glare at the dragon. "Will you allow this one to camp here? I have much to discuss with you in the morning, Wolf King."

A small collection of nobles, at least she assumed they were from the richness of their dress, had gathered near the edge of the large tent. One, his doublet a rather distressing pink, stepped forward. "Your Grace, it would be wise to speak with her. Imagine how the Lannister armies with fall beneath a dragon and a direwolf."

Kirah almost spat fire at him as she turned. "I have no interest in your wars! I have come to negotiate a truce between all the kings, not to continue this war."

That was met with a murmur, hurtling around the soldiers and nobles alike. "Stannis must have turned her...maybe Renly...it's not right letting that house cat talk to our king that way...the day these kings agree to a truce will be the day I'll start shitting gold like a Lannister."

Kirah could feel Odahviing's bulk behind her as he moved forward, a roar building in his chest. She turned to the Starks. "This one can read the signs, I will return in the morning. You will listen to me." She scrambled back into the saddle, and Odahviing flew them almost a league away before settling in a copse.

He started a fire, then turned to speak. "Will they listen, briinah? They saw your Thu'um, but still they resist."

Kirah looked up from the dagger she was sharpening. "They will, or they will die."