A/N: Pretty short, but a taste of what is to come, hope you enjoy it. Please leave feedback :)

She awoke in the darkness, hanging upside down. She was startled, and looked down at the tunnel below. She smelled the dampness in the pit, and the minerals in the stone. She sensed the other one, Viserion, nearby.

She spread her leathery wings and released the rock she hung from, she glided down to the moist stone, she could smell the last meal they had enjoyed, and her mouth watered, longing for more, her empty stomach churning in anticipation.

Sansa sat up in bed, the sheets twisted around her. She stared into the surrounding darkness, her mouth full of the taste of raw meat and warm blood...or the rememberance of it. She shuddered, repulsed...because it was a wonderful sensation, though she knew she should be disgusted.

This was a strange feeling, and the dream had been strange too. She hadn't felt this way, nor had those sort of dreams, not since...Lady.

Sansa felt her form grow rigid, she hadn't thought of her Direwolf for such a long time, it was just another loss...another injustice she had suffered. But now she remembered, and her blood boiled...she couldn't forget just because she was across the sea in a safe place...Cersei...she must be punished for so many things.

Sansa untwisted her sheets and laid back down, she tried to drift back into sleep, or back into that connection. She couldn't be sure it was a true connection...not yet, it may have only been a dream, or wishful thinking...but if it wasn't...if it wasn't...