The Warriors of Winterfell

by black dragon

For thousands of years the people of the North had been known as barbarians and savages. People who know nothing of the culture and traditions of the south. But what if they are not as dumb or naive as you think? What if they are only hiding their true resourcefulness? Major AU you have been warned.

19. Wolf At the Door

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES THEY BELONG TO HBO AND GEORGE R.R. MARTIN.

A/n: Ok folks sorry it took a while to write this but I had a lot of things going on in my life that would prevent this from proceeding further. Now as you are well aware things are starting to get interesting in King's Landing with Sansa running around disguised as a blacksmith's apprentice and Arya making her way by wolf. So without further a due on with the story.

WARRIORS OF WINTERFELL

Chapter 19: Wolf at the Door.

KING'S LANDING

After the events of the previous day Sansa returned to work; but not at the Forge. After coming home from the Street of Silk she managed to get her things onto the bed. As soon as she had done so she began to weaver her cloth while waiting for the silk threads that she had gotten from the market to soak in a mixture that she created. The Frostback Spider silk needs to soak for at least two days before she can properly make cloth from it. The clothes created from the silk serve also as a sort of armor for her to wear under her regular clothes on a day to day basis. She also has to weave cloth from the baskets of ordinary string she has also to make herself some clothes so she can return the borrowed ones to the maid.

It was no easy task for someone like Sansa, but she told the Master Tobho and Gendry she needed clothes other then those borrowed from the maid. So with loom in hand she started to weave her cloth. The maid was most generous to loan her the loom to help her make her clothes. As she worked the men watched her form cloth from such a small loom. But it helps to know a thing or two about how to be a proper woman. It was this part that Sansa enjoys her time in the quiet of the upstairs. The wind from outside cooling the room from the heat of the day.

As she worked on her cloth she once again found herself singing her song as she worked. The song this time was different it spoke of home and of Winterfell. As she hummed the song her hands moved on their own weaving the string on the loom till she had a sizable cloth. As she put the ends together to tie them off Sansa then took a candle and burned the edges so the strings don't come undone. When she was done she set that one down and began to weave the next one. This one was a bright red and gold. As she weaved she again hummed her song as she had done so perfecting her art till the evening came.

Sansa had worked into the night and the next day after waking and breaking her fast was found once again working in the forge. This allowed her mind to wonder at the designs of the clothes she would need to live in King's Landing.

As she worked the forges she was currently working on a sword that had obviously been broken by one of the city guards. The sword had seen better days as she placed it into the fire to be heated before hammering the broken pieces together again. When she was done she sharpened it and placed it on the side to be ready for when the owner comes to claim it. It was a simple task and took about three hours to complete. When she was done and moved onto the next it was then that Gendry came to see her.

"San you have a visitor he says he is from the fish markets, and claims to be the boss of the men who attacked you a few days ago," Gendry said breaking Sansa of her concentration.

"I'll be right there," she said as she put her things aside and placed her latest work in the oil bath to cool. When the flames went out she then proceeded to greet her guests.

When she got there there was an older man about Gendry's height and build, but his clothes speak of a man who spent his time out at sea. He stood tall with three men behind him, three men she recognized.

"Are you the one they called San?" he asked.

"I am she," Sansa replied.

The old man glared at the three men behind him one of them had his leg in a splint as well as several bandages around his body. The other two men looked the same, though one of them had a sling for his arm and around his wrists. The old man who was speaking sighed as he looked at Sansa. His old haggard eyes scanned her up and down from her dyed hair to her haggard appearance before turning towards his men.

"You were attacked by a little girl?" he said his voice growled.

"She came at us, she did! Little beast moves like a wolf!" the first man said his arm moved a little as he said it and he winced.

"You're lucky I didn't club ya and feed ya to da sharks for that ya weak minded fool!" the old man said before turning back to Sansa.

The old man then showed his age as he sighed, "I am Mikko, I run da fishing companies here in King's Landing. These three men work fah me and from what dey told me you put up one hellavah fight. I can see where you get ya strength from if ya work them forges all day," he said. Sansa nodded which was the way a commoner would greet someone of the same rank even if he is a merchant.

"I am San, apprentice to master Tobho the Smith. I was in the markets when these three men attacked an innocent woman. I could not help, but to protect her from harm," she said to him looking at him square in the eyes. Mikko became unnerved by the sight of such silvery eyes as Sansa's stare seemed to pierce his soul. He then turned and looked at the men, "Well don't just stand dare apologize to da lady. You attacked first if wha I heard is correct from several witnesses!" Mikko growled to them.

Sansa watched as all three men began to spout their apologize at her begging for her forgiveness for their drunken antics. Sansa then folded her arms as she glared at them all, "You were lucky so far it was one of the prostitutes that you attacked and not a highborn. What would have happened if you attacked one of them? Surely their fathers would not take kindly to you attacking them," Sansa replied not mentioning that she herself is highborn.

The three men looked down towards the ground their shame apparent as well as their smelly appearance. It seems as if Mikko made them reek out in the streets. They were messy to begin with while Mikko himself had better clothes even though his scent was of the sea. "Oh don't worry about dat little miss dem idiots have learned dare lesson especially after ya beat dem silly. Say out of curiosity how did ya learn to fight like dat?" Mikko asked.

"My father was a smith and a soldier for Lord Stark back in the North. He wanted his daughters to learn how to fight like the She-Bears of Bear Island. After he died and myself and my sister were separated we wanted to continue his legacy. You see I was taken from my home sometime ago sir and fought my way free from a group of bandits. I made my way to King's Landing hoping to make a wage so that I eventually make my way back North to see to my sister if I ever find her again," Sansa replied the lies on her tongue were well rehearsed. Mikko nodded his understanding, "I am sorry for ya loss lass and hopefully we can make amends wat has been done."

Sansa watched as he reached into his pocket and brought up a bag of gold in his possession, "Give this to ya master and tell him dat Master Fisherman Mikko sends his apologies for my men attacking one of his students," with that he and the three men walked away leaving Sansa alone with Gendry behind her. Gendry then took the bag and placed it in the box where they normally keep their money. It was forged of course from hard steel and far too heavy for any thief to take. Not only that the lock to the safe is different from normal and that it requires a sequence to be placed in order for it to open. Sansa remembered Master Tobho telling her that he had gotten it from a merchant in Slavers bay who had gone to the ruins of Valyria. That place has a fortitude of treasures, but most don't go there do to the Stonemen that roam the area or the boiling seas that would melt a man's bones off if they weren't careful.

Sansa knew the stories, but she also knew the truth. It was one of her research projects a while back on the Doom of Valyria. She remembered the Septa telling her that when a volcano was going to awaken it would shake the earth to let the people know so they could flee. But the Valyrians paid no heed and paid for it with their lives. The Targaryens were lucky as they heeded the warnings and fled to Dragonstone to wait out the doom. Others never made it past the doom and were wiped out by the fourteen brothers. It was an old tale and one she and Dany had looked into during their time in Winterfell.

Speaking of home Sansa sighed as she walked back towards her forge to work once again on another blade. All it needed was a good reshaping before it could be polished and all the kinks and edges worked to perfection. It was going to be a rather boring day.

THE KING'S ROAD

The King's Road was the one road that connected several kingdoms in the realm together. Arya remembered her lessons with Lord Tyrion on why the King's Road was created in the first place. As she rode in the early morning on Nymeria she passed by several caravans heading towards the capital. Some baring the banners of the many lords of the realm. She knew that her father would eventually make his way down to King's Landing to pledge his allegiance to King Joffrey in order to keep the peace and to protect the realm. As she passed by several of the caravans she noticed that several of them were on high alert. Arya could not have been more cautious at this time seeing as there was in increase in Lannister and Baratheon soldiers along the roads to the Crownlands.

Staying away from the roads she and the wolves remained just off into the woods and traveling by night to avoid detection by any guards. Wolves thankfully are not noisy like horses because their feet are padded instead of hoofed. They can travel undetected until they can sneak up on their prey before striking. It was an edge that Arya was thankful for as she traveled through the forests towards King's Landing.

"Alright girl we are almost there," Arya said as they could see the city just down the hill from where they were in the woods. The road was just below them winding down towards the city. However the problem Arya was facing isn't even how to get into the city it was how to get thewolves into the city. Already they are as large as small horses and are said to grow even larger by the time they made a year. It had already taken Arya some time to get this far south most of it by sea which is much faster. Now that she is here in King's Landing after two to three months on the road. It was time she figured out a plan to get into the city undetected.

Looking around at the walls she spotted a caravan of travelers heading towards the city. The only problem she would be having is fooling the travelers that she was just an ordinary girl with horses….or so she would believe.

Looking towards the wall she used her trained eye to spy for anything she could use for grasping. However the only thing that would allow her access is if she could somehow get to the shore. If she remembered Lord Tyrion's map of the city there were several passage ways that lead into the sewers. If she could get in there that way with the wolves…..

"You may not like this girl but this is the only way," Arya said to Nymeria as she stroked the wolf's fur. Nymeria growled showing her displeasure at the thoughts that passed through her by Arya. Lady was more agreeable seeing as her master was in the city. The many chimneys smoked across the countryside allowing Arya to see just how populated King's Landing truly is. She smell of the sea and the sounds of the people could be heard from this high up in the hills. The sounds are carried by the wind and so does the awful smell of the sewers.

Taking a deep breath Arya led the wolves into forest to await the night when it would be time to travel to the city.

TOBHO'S SHOP

After the incident with the fisherman Sansa finished working on the sword before calling it quits and returned to her room to work on the loom and making her clothes. She had spent the rest of the morning and into the night working and it was rather late when a knock came to the door.

"Come in!" she said and the door opened to the maid as she walked in with a tray of food for Sansa.

"Here you go m'lady I brought you something to eat since you had not eaten all day," she said as she placed the tray down on the table next to Sansa.

Placing the loom down Sansa went to where the food dish was and smelled the aroma. It was a simple stew that the maid had cooked along with some bread and cheese. Thanking her she began to eat her fill of food. When she was done she went to wash the dishes aware that the meal was watery and not the usual amount she would eat.

"Wasn't there food at the markets?" Sansa asked the maid politely.

"No, ma'am they were out of the essentials. The traders claim that there is war coming to foot from the south. After King Robert died and his son Prince Joffrey took over a rumor went around saying that he is the bastard son of the Queen. If the rumors were true then he is no Baratheon. Both of King Robert's brothers Lord Stannis and Lord Renly have heard these rumors and are preparing for war with each other, and with the King. King Joffrey his ordering his men to seize any food that comes in through the gates. So the supply of food is limited," the maid replied. Sansa's eyes frowned this does not bode well for her or for anyone in the North. The two brothers starting a war could surely hinder their plans to protect the North from the coming threats. This much Sansa knows as she looked at her meager meal.

"Do you know of any other claims?" she asked the maid.

The maid shook her head, "I only know what I heard at the markets from the merchants. Anything else comes from the heralds that speak of the King's decrees. They say that King Joffrey is as mad as the mad king. But how will I know, I am nothing more then a servant," she said.

Sansa nodded her thanks as she finished the dishes before heading off to the loom once more. The sun had begun to set in the west behind the distant walls that separate King's Landing from the rest of the world. Sighing to herself she began to weave her cloth once again putting patterns into the stitching and colors into the device. But as she gazed out a cold wind began to blow from the north. With it the sounds of wolves in the distance. Sansa stood up from where she was and crawled out of the window. The cold air greeted her as she made her way to the top of the building. Looking beyond the walls she could make out the distant light of the sun and the stars as they began to peak through the darkening sky.

The wolves howled once again and she looked towards the walls surrounding the capital. It was here on the roof of the building that she listened to the sounds of the distant howling. The wind carrying the sound to her ears. And with it the ache for home and the wilderness of the far North.

I hope Jon and the others are alright? I know this journey was for their benefit as well as mine, Sansa thought as she looked towards the trees for any assurance. But as the sun set she could see the guards begin to change along the walls. Though they are nothing but pinpricks to the naked eye. Sansa could see the glint of their armor as they moved along the far walls. The smells of the many cooking fires began to come to life around the many homes in the capital. And she was here enjoying every last bit of it.

Getting down from her perch she entered her room again and stared at the single long fabric that she had woven. It was gray with no colors on it plain and simple. But Sansa had inlaid some other ingredients into her clothes. For starters the ones she plans to use for the forge would be inlaid with salts she had procured from the markets. It was made from the hairs of a fire rat. A creature native to areas in Essos with volcanoes or extremely hot environments. Fire Rats enjoy these places because they feed off the ash of the fallen and their droppings are used by some Essossians to grow crops because they are so fertile. But their fur is what is most useful. If weaved right it can be a fireproof cloth that helps to protect the users hands when forging weapons or working the hot furnaces of the Qohor smithy.

In fact she remembers Master Tobho having a pair of fire rat gloves that he brought over from his home in Qohor. She remembers him mentioning it once. So now she acquired some fire rat fur from a merchant at the docks who thought it was a horse pelt. But Sansa knew better since fire rats are rare in Westeros. Most merchants have never seen one in the south. But the North and Dorne had seen plenty of them. In fact it was thanks to the fire rats that Winterfell has its heating systems beneath Wintertown. And Sunspear has an abundance of fruit all year long thanks to the fire rats that live there.

Sansa smirked at the once plain looking salt. The salt is made from shed fur when a fire rat molts. If in its purest form is placed in a forge it would make it burn hotter. The only thing that was hotter then that was dragon fire. But hot enough to get the job done. If woven into cloth and mixed with crushed raven feathers and mint it can be used to fireproof your clothes. Raven feathers because of its magical properties and mint because of the property it has in cooling ones mouth. Sansa had to thank her lessons in alchemy that helped her in understanding ingredients.

When she forged the ingredients together for an hour she was able to come up with a cloth that was fireproof. She smirked to herself as she gotten to work on finishing her weaving. When she was done she has a sizable cloth that she can use to stitch her clothes. As she did so she had a design in mind. As she waited for the cloth to air out which was the final part of this particular process Sansa decided to read a bit. Going over to the wall were several books mostly about smithing and about tales of knights and ladies but Sansa decided to read a book she found interesting.

The Dance of Warriors

It was a tale of ancient warriors from far beyond the Bone Mountains and the nation of Yi-Ti. She sat down and began to read.

MEANWHILE SOMEWHERE IN THE FOREST

Arya waited after Nymeria and Lady howled into the sky. She knew no one else but Sansa would have understood the comfort of home. The wolves howling was a sign that the Starks are still around and that the lands of the North are safe. That is why the saying 'There Must Always be a Stark in Winterfell,' was always said with cherished lips. But for Arya it was a sign of things to come.

"Alright girls let's go," she said as she began to make her way towards a tree not far from where she was. Arya had discovered it not too long ago while surveying the land. It was an entrance, one of several she found along the forests surrounding King's Landing. Many more are found near the rivers and the fields, but from what she understood they are entrances to the city. Going by water would be disastrous as ships from all over would see her and the wolves. And going by the front entrance would surely alert the King.

No, no she would do this herself and she would go in quietly. So using the entrance she slipped in followed by the wolves. As soon as Lady's tail was in she quickly closed the door. This way anyone who was passing by would miss her entrance. Quickly as she could she dug into her bag and pulled out flint and steel. Quickly lighting a torch she and the wolves made their way down the long dark tunnel towards the capital.

As she walked she could smell the foul stench of human waste and wondered how often one cleans the sewers. By the size of the many clogs and thick stale waters not often or not at all. The smell was horrendous and the wolves started to whine.

"Easy girls we must be under or close to the city walls by now," Arya assured them as she led them deeper into the tunnels without a clue as to what direction to take. The only think she has was her senses of sound and smell. She could tell which way was the right way by the sound of water and by the smell of waste. The fresher the smell the closer one has to the city.

It was also here about two hours later that she found the pots.

"What the hell?" she whispered to herself as she walked underneath the overhang that separates her from where she needed to go from where she came from. Here in front of her were rows upon rows of glowing green pots. Each one smelling strongly and oozing in some areas. The river of sewage that flowed underneath traveled slowly by while these pots were sitting in the area untouched. Both Lady and Nymeria whined in fear and Arya knew that these pots were not good that is for sure. Slowly she approached one and taking her finger dipped it into one of the pots. Rubbing the glowing substance she sniffed it.

The smell was putrid and the sight of it unnatural in the glow of the torch, she then knew that something was wrong. The sounds above her were all the signal she needed to know where she was at as she looked upwards towards the ceiling. She then looked around at the rows of pots in this chamber each one looking rather old. But it was still something that unnerved her.

Where are we? She thought as she continued to walk further and further down the line of pots. When at last she came to a tunnel she saw both Lady and Nymeria slowly followed from behind their ears back in fear at the sight of the pots, but Arya was determined to memorize the pots as she walked once again into the darkness.

SANSA

The night was quiet as was Sansa's rest by the next morning she was woken by the sounds of shouting. Getting up she walked out to see the maid shouting at one of the apprentices. As she looked, the boy in question was one of the older apprentices. From the looks of it he was trying to sneak into the laundry.

"Master Tobho forbids whores from being inside the apprentice dorms! You should know better then to sneak in one of those filthy girls from that brothel down the road!" she shouted at him.

The boy in question was no older then six and ten years and Sansa could not help but think of Robb, Jon and Theon when they were up to no good. For behind the boy being scolded two other apprentices were pointing fingers and teasing him. Oh Sansa was familiar with those sort of boys. They are full of fun and mischief something that should be desired in some males. It shows a free spirit in itself.

Today however the poor boy who was being punished was not the one who caused the problem.

"Um excuse me?" Sansa said finally stepping up.

"Oh, I am sorry m'lady I didn't mean to disturb you," the maid said surprised.

"What is the cause of all this?" she asked.

"I was in the wash when I caught this young man playing with the Master's weapons!" she said.

The weapons in question were a pair of swords and armor that was brought over from Essos. It was made by Master Tobho himself to achieve his skill at manipulating Valyrian steel. The swords themselves were Valyrian steel while the armor was picked up from an unknown source. Sansa was not pleased by this.

"You do know that those weapons are dangerous right?" she said to the boy.

"It wasn't me!" the boy protested.

"It was you I saw it!" the maid said.

Sansa smirked, "Are you sure it was him because if he truly was playing with such sharp weapons then his hands would have shown signs of use. Not like that of a smithy but he would have been a bit cleaner and sweatier….unlike you three over there!" Sansa said glaring at the three boys trying to hide from the two women.

"Come out this instant!" the maid shrieked.

The three boys came out all of them sweating and all of them looked like rabbits that are in the den of a wolf. Sansa looked at them up and down before realizing that one of them looked like the guilty boy.

"You there boy! You don't look like you came from the forges, were you playing with the master's armor and weapons?" she asked him.

The boy remained silent but not before the one to his right spoke up, "It was me," he said feeling brave.

"Really? From your appearance and the appearance of your friend you had come from the forges. If you truly were the one playing with the master's armor and weapons there would have been soot all over it or signs it have been thoroughly cleaned and polished in a hurry. But the armor does not have signs of silt from the forge. Meaning that you are lying," she said with a smirk on her face.

"I am not lying!" the boy said.

"Tell that the one who really did it," Sansa said looking a the boy in question. His clothes were still clean and he does not smell of soot, metal, and dirt. In fact he smelled clean like he had just woken up and his breath was fresh like the mints he ate before starting the day.

"So tell me why are your friends lying to protect you? And why is it that this boy is taking the punishment for something he had not done?" Sansa asked going into older sister mode. She was all too familiar with such nonsense since dealing with many siblings and students back in Winterfell.

Finally the boy sighed, "I did it," he said and the other two gasped as if trying to get him out.

Sansa left when the maid decided to drag all three to see the master smith. She in the meantime went down stairs to get something to eat and then return to the forges to begin work. As she put on her borrowed apron and clothes she greeted the other apprentices already there to take over from the night shift. She quickly left the group heading down towards her station where a golden armor waited for her.

"One of the King's Guard has been here last night." said Master Tobho as he walked up to Sansa.

"Oh?" she asked.

"Yes, they come by often enough. Normally they would go to their own smith at the palace, but the man unfortunately has met an untimely death," Tobho replied.

"The royal smith died? From what?" asked Sansa.

"The man angered the King and has found himself hung for not creating the right size armor for his majesty. Prince Joffrey thought he was trying to kill him and had him strung out in front of the courts and killed on sight. Though back then he was only a prince and not a king. He claimed the man tried to kill him with making armor that was too heavy. Poor bastard never stood a chance. So now the King's Guard comes to us to have their armor repaired and maintained. The Red Keep could not afford to have another incident so King Robert decided not to have a smith inside the palace walls for fear his son will have another….incident," Master Tobho replied.

"You mean the King refuses to get another Smith because he can't afford one?" said Gendry who had also awoken to start his day.

"What do you mean?" Sansa asked.

"None of your concern San, right now this armor needs tending to so it is time to get to work," he said. Sansa graciously took the armor and went towards the back where the tables are to start detaching the links. As she had done so she noticed that this particular armor was worn out and looking rather old as if it was not worked on for quite a while. The sigil of the King's Guard are still on the front though its appearance has worn down. Intrigued Sansa continued to work on the pieces to get them separated before she can start the cleaning process.

MEANWHILE

Arya had not slept since coming into the tunnels. The light of the sun blazed down from the streets above through holes in the ceiling. But the stench gets worse as the day progresses. But that has not stopped her from discovering more and more deposits of those green jars and the stench they bring. It was through sure discovery by accident that she found the true nature of those jars.

She had discovered it when she gotten some on her shoe and she had gone to one of the disgusting streams of waste to wash it out. When someone who was obviously smoking above her on his or her pipe threw their still burning ashes into the sewers. That in turn caused the green substance leaking away from her shoes to catch on fire.

Shocked Arya quickly threw the shoe down the filthy stream where it burned bright green for a few minutes. That is until the entirety of her shoe was consumed. Then it snuffed out. It was then that Arya knew what that substance was.

Wild fire

Arya knew this substance well. An artificial fire source created by Aerys's the Second's Pyromasters as a means of destroying King's Landing. With this much still here and oozing into the sewers something is not right.

Why hasn't King Robert gotten rid of these vats of Wild Fire? Arya thought as she and the wolves looked at the now ruined shoe in the muck.

We need to find Sansa NOW! Arya then looked for a place for her and the wolves to escape to. So far most of the tunnels lead to the Red Keep, a place she dare not enter. It was full of guards and the wolves would surely be killed by the many spears and arrows. And who knows how the new King Joffrey is like. She had to think of where she was by the sounds of the people outside. From the voices and the sounds she is near the great Sept of Baelor the massive building dedicated to the Faith of the Seven.

Suddenly a sound could be heard from the tunnels both Nymeria and Lady growled low in their throats. Teeth could be seen in the faint light of the sun above as a group of men entered the tunnels. From their scent they were just people out for a good time. But Arya knew that these tunnels were dangerous and someone stupid enough to wonder in here was surely in for a surprise. Quickly dousing the torch by stuffing it into the water she waited in the dark as the men wondered through. Their voices laughing and joking as they wondered through the tunnels. Thankfully they did not enter the room with the Wild Fire vats. It would mean trouble if that were to happen. Instead they turned down another route away from the tunnel and towards another part of the city.

"Come on girls we need to get out of here," she whispered to them.

The wolves whimpered their disdain for the sewers as they followed her further.

It was another hour of retracing where the men went that finally led them to a stairway towards the streets above. Thankfully the door was unlocked as she looked outside.

The sun was just between it zenith and setting meaning it was mid-afternoon in the capital. Men and women were both walking along the streets dressed in rags of the poor. Due to the smell even above ground Arya knew that the days spent in the tunnels must have led her to Flea Bottom, the slums of King's Landing. She quickly closed the door just enough so she can see outside, but allow enough light to penetrate the doorway. When she looked at the two wolves both Lady and Nymeria were filthy and their fur matted in so much grime and filth that it no longer was the fluffy fur coat that it should have been. Instead it was hung down in waves making them appear as if they were more horse then wolf.

That gave Arya an idea.

"Stay here I will be right back," she whispered to them. The wolves whined as they were left behind with Nymeria sporting Arya's saddle and Lady holding another saddle and bags. She quickly snuck out of the tunnels looking for something in particular.

It was there that she spotted it at a nearby stable that has seen better days. The stable master looked like an ogre then a man and the assistants were nothing more then fat blobs lounging about rather then keeping the horse pens clean. In fact some of the horses appeared dead or dying with a homeless man feasting on the rotting flesh of a horse that appeared to have died days ago.

Arya looked on in disgust at the sight of so much decay. The pens were horrendous, the animals barely alive or already dead. And the worse part of it was the smell! And the Stable Master never cared at all. All he cared about was eating as he was currently doing with fly covered plates, some with maggots crawling around in it. If Arya was not raised to be a warrior she would have been hurling.

She looked around a bit more until she spotted what she was looking for. A pair of horse bridles for wagon horses. Running quickly she took two of them and snuck out the way she came in which was through the back door. It was all too easy for her to get away from the nasty mess that was the stables.

When she had gotten back the wolves were waiting as she went to work to modify the bridles to aid in disguising the wolves. When she was done she then went to the waters that were coming from the walls in small trickles. Through it was disgusting she took one of the horse brushes she had stolen from the stable and began to brush the wolves fur after soaking it in the nasty water. Nymeria whimpered under the ministration as well as Lady.

"Now try not to groom yourselves girls we need to make sure you pass as horses," Arya said as she finished her brushing. The amount of filth and oil had plastered the fur to the wolves sides making them passable as horses. The only thing that needs work is their feet.

Lucky for me I have that covered she thought as she looked at her handy work.

The wolves look like really ugly horses or at least mules with their fur pressed against their bodies making them look rounder then their true lean forms. Instead of their normal sharp teeth the bridle Arya modified hid their canines by elongating their noses a bit more and rounding them off. She also had stolen some leather and rags to make their snouts look like a horses snout so that people won't question their appearance. And thanks to all the oil and filth that she had gotten into their coats they are less fluffy and more muscled like a horse. This way it hid their long fur and made it less fluffy. Their tails also were oiled down with filth to look like a horses tail. Their eyes were hidden behind a specially made bridle which instead of being used to house wagon horse eyes would hide the wolves eyes allowing them to see but not be seen.

Looking at her disguise Arya was proud of her work. Now fully hidden from view she opened the door and the wolves came into view. Now they were well hidden from plain sight. She quickly began walking Nymeria by grabbing onto the reign and Lady being tied behind followed. People paid them no mind as she walked through the streets. Due to her filthy appearance from walking in the sewers, Arya looked like any other person walking through King's Landing.

Now to find Sansa she thought as she began to search for her long lost sister.

TBC

A/n: Whew that was a bit much to write. The idea came from Assassin's Creed Brotherhood with Ezio, the main character, can ride his horse through the main streets. I figured that since the direwolves in my story are far larger then the ones in the book and the show I would think they can blend in as horses if one was careful. So Anyhow I made this one shorter then the rest because I am currently in the process of looking for a new home. You see I have to be out of my place by the end of November so my priorities is to finding a house to live in. So if any of you ask why I was delayed even longer then usual then now you know why.

Other then that I hope you enjoyed this chapter I had to get it out somehow. And hopefully within the next chapter the sisters would reunite and start all sorts of trouble in the capital. So enjoy it while you can and please remember to leave a review and now FLAMES, LORE MONGERS AND BASHINGS PLEASE!