The week before he was to leave for Eeyrie, Ned spent every moment he could with his siblings, he would hug them whenever mood struck him, he bounced off ideas for strengthening the North with Bran, played every game Lya and Ben demanded of him, took his Familiar wherever he went whenever he could, tried to acclimate horses to Ironeyes as they will be travelling alongside his Familiar, even carry the pup for most of the journey. Berek lectured Ned whenever they could have some privacy about Warging, warning about bad habits a Warg could fall into and reiterating everything he taught.
His Lord Father called Ned to his solar in the morning of his last day at Winterfell and said, "The blade has been done for a while, but Miken wanted to add some runes, and finding appropriate wood for pommel has taken some time."
Saying so his Father presented him a sheathed sword hilt first, Ned took it with a awestruck look, it is an Arming Sword, shorter than a Longsword, but proportional for his current height anyway, with handle made of ebony and wound with leather strips, longer handle for two handed grip with Neds smaller hands and carved with a direwolf for pommel, sheathed in a scabbard made of toughened black leather and decorated with running direwolves in silver thread, it was beautiful and Ned hadn't even drawn it yet. Ned decided rectify that and drew the sword, it slid out with a soft hiss. Its a straight, doubled edged, twenty nine inch long blade with a blue tint to the steel, with First Men Runes carved into the fuller. Ned swung it around and found that the blade is perfectly balanced. After re sheathing the blade, Ned turned towards his Father and opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.
Seeing his face, Father chuckled and said, " I ordered it made after you returned from the Wall, from the newly named Wintersteel you discovered while researching Ironwood, as you are it's discoverer I thought first sword made from it should go to you. As first of its kind, all such historic swords need a name, what are you going to name it?"
As Ned thought about it, a name came to him and he said softly, "Wolf's Fang, its name is Wolf's Fang. Thank you, Father, for such a wondrous gift, it's beautiful and I will treasure it."
" It is only right I give this to you, Son. And I can see that you are eager to share the news and show it off to your siblings, you have my permission to do so", his father said with an amused tone.
With a by your leave, Ned rushed off in search of his siblings.
His siblings ohh'ed and ahh'ed over his new sword and most of the day was spent away with admiring it and testing it out on wooden dummies.
That night all his siblings came over to Neds room, talked and played late in to the night and fell asleep huddled together.