Bran
She had not visited him for quite some time. He liked to believe that she was with his father and sisters, keeping them safe. Still, Bran wished Morena would come back to him. The bannermen were assembling in Winterfell and Robb was leaving with them. The only one who could convince Robb to stay was the white woman.
"Please make it so Robb won't go away," he prayed softly. Perhaps she would hear his prayers. "Please make him stay," he added as he dipped his hand into the cool pool. "If he has to go, bring him home safe, with Mother and Father and my sisters. And… make Rickon understand."
Rickon was wild, as was Shaggydog. The only one who could quickly settle Shaggydog but Rickon and they all struggled to calm the baby lord. Grey Wind and Robb had to take Shaggydog on themselves just to get the green-eyed wolf chained and imprisoned in the kennels. This, of course, led to Rickon crying for his wolf during the day.
He hardly saw Robb nowadays. He had transformed completely into the Lord of Winterfell. Each ally was greeted and met by Robb in the great hall. Roose Bolton and Robett Glover both demanded the honor of battle command in different ways. Maege Mormont looked down at Robb right before offering him the hand of her granddaughter. Lord Cerwyn brought his daughter with him while Lord Hornwood brought gifts for his liege lord.
Then there was Lord Umber. He threatened Robb by saying that he would not march if his forces were placed behind the Hornwoods of the Cerwyns. Robb simply looked at him and explained that the man could do that, but they would come for him after breaking the Lannisters.
Of course, this offended the Greatjon. He called Robb green and stated that he "must piss grass." A man or two moved to restrain him, but the Greatjon was able to shove him aside. The sound of singing steel echoed throughout the Great Hall, but Robb did not yell or whimper.
Instead, he said one quiet word and Grey Wind leapt at the lord and tore two of Lord Umber's fingers away. "My lord father taught me that it was death to bare steel against your liege lord, but doubtless you only meant to cut my meat," Robb said with a warning wrapping around the words. Lord Umber laughed and became Robb's right hand, even without two fingers.
Robb came to him that night and confessed that he had been so frightened by the scene that he wasn't quite sure what to do. Then there were several rumors and news bits about what was happening to their family in King's Landing. Some said that his sisters had been killed. Others said that Rhaegar Targaryen had returned from the dead and was setting out to reclaim his father's throne.
"Help them defeat the Lannisters and save Father and bring them home," he asked the gods.
In response, he got a breeze that stirred the red leaves. "You hear them, boy?" a voice asked.
It was not Morena who spoke to him, but the wilding woman named Osha. They had spared her and she was now a servant who worked in the kitchens. She explained that Gage let her have time to pray to the old gods, who were the only ones beyond the Wall. She was readying herself to leave, as if it were offensive for her to be praying.
"No. Stay. Tell me what you meant, about hearing the gods," he demanded.
The wilding's eyes studied him. "You asked and they are answered. Open your ears," she instructed.
"It's only the wind," he said after a moment of uncertainty. Morena spoke to him; she did not send wind.
"Who do you think sends the wind, if not the gods?" Osha questioned, making Bran wonder about the gods, specifically Morena.
"I know a god," Bran said. "She speaks to me,"
Osha shook her head. "That white witch? She may be like a priestess, like the red priests your maester told me about, but she is not a god. The old gods are not seen. They don't have names."
Bran shook his head in refusal. Morena would not lie to him.