Oh...for crying out loud! Why why why?! Mother of the gods?! The lady wolf spun in a circle, a little lethargic from her trip. To go from regulated breathing, to wolf pants made her chest hurt. That was a quick descent into the darkness, she literally fell onto her paws, nearly breaking all claws.

Perhaps it is good thing she wanted to get back? Though Sansa believed it was the scary woods that made her want to leave. It was no safe haven, not anymore, not with the fire and the creatures in the dark. But this was her own fault, she had decided to sift through old memories. But she had managed to push them back, but they fell out of the closet of her mind when she heard the tearing. She had assumed it was her brain literally tearing apart, but then she realised it was her skirt, she got a quick image of Ramsay over her, and the coldness that reached her legs afterwards. That was when she passed out. God knows what's happening back in Winterfell.

The Queen envisioned Jon manoeuvring her into a better position, like a rag doll. Before giving her a month's worth of... loving. For some strange debauched reason -she found it funny, in a twisted depressing kind of way- Boy, had she lost it! She rested her head on her paws in a sulk. Ramsay had ruined everything, including her mind- especially her mind. Sansa thought back to the canoodling, she knew in her heart she was completely alright with kissing, in fact she associated the act of kissing, with Jon, and beards. She would probably never kiss a man that didn't have a beard. What if Jon shaved? She brushed her cheek absently, toying with the idea of kissing Jon without beard. Nope. Men with beards were more trustworthy. And considering that every man that has been horrible to her has been beardless; Joffrey, Ramsay,Pety- oh wait he had a little beard, right? It made little sense, he was occasionally nice, but all for a hidden purpose. Wait Cersei didn't have a beard - I rest my case!

There was a rattle coming from the enclosure of trees, and when she shifted her gaze to it, she saw a growling hound coming out of the shadows. It didn't take her long to leave the clearing- she fled on paws to the other side of the forest. Wolves were faster than hounds, but their sound carried ahead of her. So she would panic, assuming they were gaining on her. Never, they never got to her, if only she was this fast as a human. Ramsay on the other hand did gain. He stood before her, snarling and she skidded to a halt, letting out a yelp of surprise.

"That's a good girl- that's what I like to hear." He looked demonic, with dog canines, and ice for eyes. "But what other noises can you make?" He whipped off his belt. He wasn't going to rape her in wolf form, was he? He swung the belt like it was a chain and mace. Oh. Sansa didn't even wait to see what he was going for, she ran, towards the hounds. She was bigger than them, she could handle them. They lunged for her and she managed to sweep past unscathed. She ran a mile, before running through the thickest set of shadows she had ever encountered in the wood, not even her night vision could help her and she panicked, she believed she had gone blind. She ploughed into something solid, and sneezed- since it had knocked her snout. When Sansa pawed at the obstacle, she felt ice, it was tall, she stood on her hind legs and scratched, she could still hear the hounds behind her, so she ran the length of this wall of ice, trying to find a gap to slip through. There was none. This was the wall, a place she hadn't dreamt of before, but she associated it with castle black, safety...and Jon. Now she was thinking about kissing again, oh you stupid girl!

"Psst!...Sansa, over here!"

The lady wolf looked down the wall, a door of ice had opened up 20 yards from her position, and she could make out a small boy holding it open. Bran! She galloped, almost merrily to the opening. Safe. As she got to the door, his hand came to her scruff and he guided her into a hollow, which he then sealed behind them. Sansa clambered on him, standing on her hind legs to lick his face. She had almost forgot he was a cripple, when she first dreamt of him, it hadn't crossed her mind, because this was how she had always remembered him. She was overcome, because she knew it was actually him- most likely- after all this time, and normally seeing him meant she was about to wake. But hopefully they would have time to talk.

"Woooaw woooaw grrrrrrrrroooff!" Oh wait, she was a wolf.

Bran raised his hand. "Sit."

How dare he?! She grumbled at him, puffing her whiskered cheeks.

"Sorry, I forgot." He winced at his gesture. "Use your voice." He was coaxing her, but to no avail.

"Wooaow." Oh forget it, Bran, it's not going to happen. She sat, despite her need to protest at being treated like a dog.

The boy found it funny, he smiled at her form. It's not funny! "You can talk, you just don't want to talk. You've been holding your tongue so long, playing the part, over thinking- you've muted yourself. Honesty is key."

He was very insightful for such a young boy, too bad he was wrong, she spoke all the time, she didn't over think, never! "Woooaaaw woooaw grooooofff!" She didn't need a lecture, she wanted to destroy the world they were in, and wake up as well.

"Your link to lady is remarkable, considering it's a severed connection." Bran began, he couldn't pace, because the space was so small, it was only a third of the size of her bedchamber. "You're pining to be a Stark again, you feel you've lost it. The last time you felt like a proper Stark was when you had a direwolf, and only when you had a direwolf. It appears lady is waiting for you too, it's why she lingers here."

Not true, I've always felt like a Stark...that's until I married, I why did he have to depress her with news her beloved wolf was stuck here! She grumbled at her little brother.

"It's funny how you're pining to be a Stark, when you are a Stark – a very southern summerish Stark that wanted to leave Winterfell...and be a Queen. But a Stark never-the-less."

He spoke like a man, but had the body of a boy. Then it occurred to her, her little brother would be a man now, she was just seeing him how she remembered, or was it perhaps how he saw himself? She had missed him growing up. Sansa whined, and Bran believed it was because of what he had just said.

"Now now, Sansa, you can explore this world as the girl you are."

He does know she is a woman now, right?- Why would she want to stay here? Did he think she was dead? Oh my gods, was her brother actually dead? But where was Rickon, why wasn't Rickon with him? She was blinking up at him, it was all she could do, that, and grumble.

"Where's little Jon?"

Busy. If only dogs could laugh.

"I suppose he's on patrol duty?"

Did he think Jon was still at the wall? There were probably many other things Bran didn't know. Thank the gods wolves didn't blush. She simply stared at him, tipping her head, letting him know she was listening, but being unable speak properly, silenced her.

"Our blood allows us to connect, this would have come in handy years ago." She managed to nod, and Bran was endeared to this. "This isn't the best place to meet, I hardly come here, so dark and murky. We can't be here too long, or else you'll have trouble leaving."

She gulped. More bad news. "Woooaaaw."

"I have a gift for moving between worlds, I take it you dream, to come here. I don't see why, you suffer here. Who is the man with the dogs?"

I can't speak, Bran. And even if she could would she want to divulge that story again?

"Oh yes, right, you can't speak." Wincing again. "But at least I can talk to you. Listen, this is important." Sansa shifted, gathering herself. "Wherever you are, you need to get a message to Jon, in case I don't see him here again. I'm surprised he comes back, he always suffers here-"

Get to the point, brother.

"-This will be a shock to you, my special ability allows me to see into the past. I saw father as a boy and a young man, then I saw Lyanna..."

How in the world? – Her brother must be some kind of sorcerer.

"You are not going to believe this, Lyanna is Jon's mother..."

Sansa stared, she wondered if she could convey surprise? Except she wasn't fully surprised, she knew her husband was somehow connected to her father, he had either had a tryst with Ashara Dayne or some lowborn. Her other uncles she had considered could have fathered Jon- hence why Melisandre referred to Sansa as a cousin. But it was vital one parent had the blood of the dragon, or else Melisandre vision made no sense. So how was it Lyanna?

"-When Lyanna was kidnapped." The boy explained with excitement. Before he revealed how, she knew. "Rhaegar Targaryen impregnated her, Jon is a Targaryen!" He wiggled his fist with enthusiasm. "Jon's a King!"

She gaped, this she could do, with comic effect. Rhaegar...Rhaeger?! Who else could it have been?! She clambered up the boy again, trying to mirror his enthusiasm. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and dropped back onto her front paws; Lyanna was raped, Jon was a product of rape. Probably shouldn't pass on that bit of information.

"I know it must be a shock, but wherever you are, try and go and tell Jon. If you can't... don't worry, sister, I'll get to him eventually. Soon as I get through the wall."

Jon had said he had ventured through the wall, but what was so important it required leaving the safety of the north, and how did he get through so easily?- I mean isn't the wall secure. Aren't there monsters on the other side?

Sansa could hear the hounds rushing by the door along the wall, and both Bran and Sansa looked, acknowledging the proximity, but weren't afraid of what was there, they had missed them and where carrying on along the wall, their noise merging with the wind and the rustle of leaves. They didn't seem to matter, there was no imminent danger. Until they heard a cry of anguish a mile away, that gripped their hearts and squeezed. Jon. They both stood, Bran opened the passage and they ran straight into the trees, they needed to get to him before the hounds heard. The wolf was faster, she got right to the area where the commotion was at its loudest. Nothing, was it a trick?-Had she fallen into one of Ramsay's traps. She realised behind the cries there was a wafting, something beating against wind and branches, debris fell about her, and blood spotted her fur, she looked up. Oh seven heavens. Bran reached the clearing too, and looked straight up. "Oh gods!" He uttered, but Sansa's instinct was to yell up, but she couldn't. "Why is it doing that?"

Jon's legs were flailing through the canopy of trees, not alone though, there was a colossus dragon hovering, gripping him by the talons and trying to pull him up into the air through the branches. Jon was in considerable pain, his face was red and sweaty, his grimace stretched to the whole of his face, he thrashed and hit at the talons. He had quelled his cries, when he realised there were hounds in the woods, and he could see help in the form of his brother and Lady. "It's got me!"

Sansa could see he had clung to one of the branches, which was why the Dragon was having difficulty heaving him up to the heavens, it was squawking at his efforts. She started to jump up, on her hind quarters, to no avail. But stopped when she saw Bran climbing the tree. Sansa returned to looking at Jon. Everything's going to be alright, Jon.

The talons dug deep, blood was dripping to the forest floor. Can someone really die in these dreams? Why are the dragons hurting Jon?

Bran got level with Jon's branch and started to shimmy across, the wounded boy reached for him pleadingly. The beast squawked above them, and her brother flinched, scared it would spit fire at him. Sansa could hear the hounds descending on their clearing. Hells. She wanted to clamber up that tree, but she was no climber, not as a wolf, or as a human. Jon grabbed Bran as soon as they were close enough. "Don't panic, it can't hurt you here, and I doubt it will harm you in life. If he was going to eat you, he would have ripped you to shreds, or cooked you first!" She heard her brother exclaim to Jon, who was in too much pain to speak. "Don't fight it, embrace it!"

"Embrace pain, brother?! Argghh!" The talons were so tight. "These things wish me harm, I'm no Targaryen!"

"But you are!" Bran was full of conviction, and there was really no need. "You are the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar."

Jon stared at him through the grimace. "Through Lyanna...Rhaegar...?" Bran appeared perplexed by this rather pensive response, opposed to a surprised protest. Jon, looked down at Sansa. Those eyes. "See, I told you we were cousins!" She didn't have time to grumble up at him, or acknowledge Bran's bizarre expression, she had to flee the clearing upon seeing Ramsay running at her.

From a height above them, Bran clutched at Jon's face. "I'm your cousin too...But, why are you taking this so well?"

The boy was still trying put words together through wincing. "A witch... told me I was... part Targaryen." It was strange how Bran looked worse for wear, and very confused, since he thought he was delivering this news."Bran, focus on the Dragon!" The branch started to crack. "Oh hells!" Bran didn't fall since Jon had him, but the Dragon rose them up, out of the canopy. "Ooooh shit!"

Sansa while fleeing her tormentors, looked up at a large shadow being cast in the moonlight. She saw the dragon's massive wing span, and two figures dangling precariously from its feet. Oh darn! She howled, trying to run under the shadow, it was a fast moving shadow. There were no hills, just flat clearings, trees, and a wall. She managed to gain on them, the dragon stooped low, and for second she thought they were landing. But then the beast began to beat it's wings, to gain altitude, Sansa jumped and grabbed Jon's boot with her mouth, and she found herself being pulled up too. This was a very bad idea.