Gendry knows this is not one of his best idea from the start. He only realises this may be his worst idea yet when he finds himlsef hanging inside a net.

"fuckin trap!? Who the hell put this here!?" he yells exasperated, trying to undo the knots that keep the net tied to the tree.

When he heard townspeople talking about "hunting those damn wolves" Gendry Had immediately known he would have to do something. He coulnt' let Arya risk herself. So, he donned his red cape and went to the woods.

Just to find himself trapped in less than two hours.

He considers yelling for help.

Then he realizes that is a stupid idea.

"Fuck me," he sighes and the he notices someone not so far.

He is a kid, well, almost a man, he is tall but slim with long red curls and a fierce expression.

"Hey, kid! Help me out!" Gendry calls but the kid just looks at him, even more angrily. He takes a knife from between his clothes and then it hits Gendry. His furs are similar to those Arya started wearing ocne she told him her true nature.

Those are clothes of a werewolf.

He is being dragged by the kid, inside the net. Gendry tries not to groan to much, but there are rocks in the ground and more than painful is annoying.

"What do you brought, brother?" a voice asks and Gendy looks up to find a man, similar to the boy, but stronger and older even than himself.

"He was wondering."

"What do you want?" The man asks and Gendry ignores the deadly glint in his eyes.

"I am looking for someone," he answers, kneeling inside the trap, "her name is Arya."

"What did you said?" another man asks, this has a long face and gray eyes and he looks so much like Arya.

"I am looking for her, I need to know she is fine."

"How do you know that name?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you brought weapons?"

"We should just kill him."

"I know him."

The last one is a new voice, a voice Gendry doesn't recognize.

It's from a young man, about Arya's age. He has similar red hair to the other two, but he doesn't look as deadly.

Still, Gendry knows he is.

"He is the man Arya was living with," he says, "he is her lover."

"Her what?!" the man with grey eyes walk towards him, reaching for a sword he has on his belt.

"Don't do it, Jon," the younger man says, the one defending him, "you may be her favourite brother, but she will not forgive you I you hurt him."

"I will gladly take the chance, " he growls and it sound more animal than human.

"Will you, Jon?!" A voice yells and Gendry starts thanking all the gods he knows that that is the voice he's been hoping to hear all day.

Well, hoping to hear it since the day she left.

"Arya," Jon growls, "care to explain?"

"No," she answers stubborny as she frees him from the trap.

"Arya! What will mother and father say once they come back form the mountains?!" asks the oldest redhead.

"Are you fine?" Arya asks softly, brushing her fingertips on the side of his face. He knows he has some light bruises form the dragging.

"I was about to ask the same," he chuckles, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. "I heard hunters talking about looking for all of you."

"Let them try."

"Arya!"

"Oh, shut up, Robb!"