The Wild Wolf

She was hanging out outside the inn with Brienne, shooting at targets Podrick had set up for her. Arya felt more like she was showing off rather than practicing. She found that she liked Brienne, when she spoke of what little time she had spent with Catelyn Stark, it was with a love usually only family had. Through the day, several people had arrived to the inn, but Arya knew Sansa wasn't a man. The thought of Sansa doing anything that Arya liked made her laugh, the bad part was, she had been aiming at a target, and the moment she started to laugh, she released her hold and nearly shot Podrick.

"Sorry!" Arya giggled.

His eyes were wide with shock, but Podrick gave her a nervous smile, "You didn't get me, my... um... Arya."

Arya smirked, he was getting better. He seemed eager to please, even though he wasn't Brienne's squire. He was shy, but Arya could tell that he was smart and observant. Arya aimed her bow again and pulled back on the arrow's quiver. She released her hold and watched the arrow fly. It went straight through her target. Her smirk grew the moment she looked at Brienne and saw a smile there.

"You're good," Brienne stated.

"Thanks," Arya twirled her next arrow between her fingers.

"You'll be a force to be reckoned with when you're older," Brienne smiled.

"I already am," Arya said as she shot the arrow without aiming at her target. Like every time she tried it, she missed her target, the arrow flew across the clearing and into a tree. "Shit."

"That was a good shot," Podrick pointed out.

"If I was aiming for the tree," Arya rolled her eyes. "Stupid."

"You didn't aim," Brienne smiled.

"I met a guy who didn't have to aim," Arya sighed.

"Practice makes perfect," Brienne offered.

"Yeah," Arya huffed out.

There were more riders coming in and a carriage from the sound of it, but Arya didn't look, she was too busy aiming. A sly smile crossed her lips, Podrick was distracted by something, and to sweeten the deal, he was by a tree. She glanced over at Brienne, who wasn't even doing anything to stop Arya, she just watched, kind of shocked. She released the arrow and watched it fly.

"Arya!" a very familiar female voice shouted at her, making her look away, but she heard Podrick yipe behind her. Sansa.

Arya dropped the bow and ran to the red-haired beauty, she had gotten tall. Arya ran into Sansa's arms and held on tight, her heart was racing. Was this a dream? If it was, it felt too real. The hug didn't last long, Arya spotted the Imp and pulled out Needle. For a moment, she had forgotten that Sansa had been forced to marry... she started to laugh. Instead of a prince, Sansa had gotten a dwarf. The poetry of it all was just hilliarous in Arya's eyes.

"It's good to see you again too, Lady Arya," the Imp offered her a smile. Her grey eyes scanned the horrible scar that was across his face. Podrick wasn't lying, perhaps he did kill a Kingsguard.

"It's just Arya," Arya told the little man. She wasn't too happy about seeing the Imp. He was a Lannister. A lion. No matter how small he was.

"Arya..." her heart skipped a beat. She would know that voice anywhere. She looked at one of the men with the guards. He was clean, shaven, and had a nervous smile on his face when he looked at her.

"Gendry!" Arya breathed out as she dropped Needle to the ground and rushed towards him. Without any warning, she jumped into his arms and held onto him tightly. Her heart raced inside her chest, she had thought that he was dead. She was sure that the Red Woman had intended on hurting him. She closed her eyes and clung to him, even as he tried for a brief moment to push her off of him.

"Looks like he was telling the truth," the Imp said from behind her.

"You should stop struggling, she won't give up," Sansa told Gendry. Arya was surprised she wasn't getting scolded by anyone for her un-Lady-like behavior. She was more surprised that Sansa remembered Arya well enough to know her determination.

"I thought that she was going to hurt you," Arya whispered against his muscular chest.

"You weren't wrong," Gendry hugged her back.

"I wasn't?" Arya finally pulled away from him.

"No, you weren't..." he gave her a small smirk. "Mlady."

Arya glared at him before punching his arm hard. He winced and rubbed where she had hit him. She went back to her sister, who was eyeing her, "What?"

"You look like a boy," Sansa laughed as she hugged Arya again.

"So? You married the Imp," Arya laughed back.

"And that makes both of us your brothers by law," Jaime-fucking-Lannister came around the carriage, along with a group of people she didn't know. She reached for Needle and realized she had dropped it on the ground. She glanced back and saw that Podrick had already picked her little sword up for her.

"I'm starving, I say we all eat before going on the road again," the Imp offered.

"And baths," Sansa dusted herself off.

"Where are we going?" Arya asked.

"North," the Imp answered.