Thanks again to MakorraLove97 for you wonderful review! I love reading them and it's such motivation. I actually decided to take up one of your suggestions in the end of this chapter slightly.

Enjoy!

A small direwolf pup trampled through the woods, escaping a hunter from the furthest reaches of Westeros. An arrow was drawn back stealthily, ready to hit the small wolf, to possess its fur. The arrow was released and it flew through the wind, fast and piercing. But an armoured man blocked the passage of the arrow, with just his armoured chest. The curly haired man stared at the stranger, his piercing blue eyes enraged. Robb walked to the stranger, his eyes aflame with rage. He pulled his sword from its sheath and threatened him.

"What in God's name do you think you are doing?" He shouted, backing the stranger up against the tree. "Direwolves are our native animals. We do not hunt them for sport! They are respected here. Who are you?" He demanded. The man shook in his boots at the sight of the sword, pointed at his chest, where his heart was thumping madly. "I said, who are you!"

"I'm nobody! I'm nobody! I'm not anyone! I'm just nobody! Please... let me go and I'll go away. I'll never hunt a direwolf again!" The stranger pleaded. Robb looked at him seriously for a few moments, as if debating in his head whether to let the man go or to kill him but could no longer keep a straight face. He smiled and laughed, sheathing his sword.

"All I wanted to hear, thanks very much, this direwolf is for my lover. " Robb walked away from the confused stranger, stooping low and picking the small pup up. He turned. "But I meant what I said. Never hunt a direwolf. Ever!" He scratched the ears of the pup and walked back in the direction of the Winterfell castle.

Robb kept the puppy behind his back as he approached the brunette-that had held his love for weeks- that was currently sat outside, reading a book. He smiled as she turned the page, so immersed in the book. She felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up, to see Robb, smiling with his hands behind his back. She smiled and he walked up to her, hands still behind him.

"What are you hiding, mister? I know you're hiding something... " Clara giggled, trying to reach behind his back and chase him, trying to see what he had behind his back. Finally, he relented and pulled the direwolf pup into her view. He smiled and passed the sleeping pup to her, and she stroked the fur softly. "Thank you..."

"It's a direwolf. We all have them around here, thought it was about time that you get your own. You've been here long enough..." Robb reached over and petted the wolf. "Mine is Grey Wind. You can name yours now or later, your choice..." Robb smiled looking at her. She looked around, placing the sleeping hound softly on the table next to where she was sat. She rose up on her toes, kissing Robb softly.

"Thank you. What... is this wolf a girl?" Clara asked, looking around at the wolf. Robb nodded and looked at the wolf too.

"I believe so."

"I've always wanted to use the name Primrose. If I ever had a dog I would've wanted it to be called Primrose." Clara hugged him, closing her eyes. "I missed you... what were you up to apart from getting her for me?"

"Stopping a stranger from a different land hunting and killing her." Clara cupped her mouth in shock. "It's fine. She's unharmed. I scared the stranger a little though." Clara giggled. He smiled and grabbed her hand. "Anyway... I have a lunch set up for us..." He grabbed Primrose and pulled Clara away from the grounds.

Clara's sleep was riddled with nightmares. She kept seeing herself, separated from Robb and the Doctor by a world, she felt herself being dragged away by the darkness of her worries, about Robb. About whether the Doctor would come back. About whether she'd ever see her father again...

She jolted awake, in a cold sweat. Her breathing was laboured. Robb woke up from next to her and sat up, rubbing her back. "Clara... what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Clara nodded. Robb held her comfortingly. "You've no need to worry. I'm here..." He kissed her forehead. "You're in no danger."

Clara managed to get back to sleep, cuddled to Robb, who stroked her hair and sang her an old lullaby to get her to sleep...

R+R :)

~Jas