As the small group contined north Bran and Jojen kept having visions of an albino Direwolf. Jojen was curious as to why, Bran was more worried because he had his direwolf summer with them; and he'd never met this direwolf before. The direwolf is a symbol of house stark so the fact Brandon has NO idea who's wolf this is was.. concerning.. to say the least.

Bran had only seen one albino direwolf in his life, Ghost, the direwolf raised by his Brother Jon. The direwolf in his visions wasn't ghost though.. this was a female wolf.

Days pass. Hodor is dragging bran on a wooden wheelbarrow, Osha is pulling the rear, Meera and Jojen are walking in the middle right behind Brandon. Bran and Jojen are talking to eachother about their shared visions. Suddenly they hear a howl from up the mountian, not some wild dog.. a direwolf. Was it the same one as in their visions? Brandon and Jojen look at eachother, silently communicating its likely the one they saw.

The group cautiously carries on until Meera points out smoke from a campfire. Down in the snow clearing is a firgure leaning against a tree with an albino direwolf sleeping against their lap.

Bran tilts his head and speaks quietly "how.. odd.." Meera looks between Jojen and Bran "Should we go down? Say hello maybe? Figure out who they are?" Hodor grunts in acceptance to Meera's idea Osha shakes her head "It might not be safe" Jojen smiles "Lets go say hello..."

Jojen starts walking down the hill towards fhe clearing and the rest reluctantly follow

The small group moves down towards the pair, approaching the figure. The wolf lifts its head and stars growling slightly at the small travelling group.