The battle was hard won, but won nonetheless. Robb sat down by the river with greywind next to him, the large direwolves head in his lap as he pet him staring thoughtlessly into the rushing water as he heard the rowdy men back at camp. There was celebration at camp, wine, ale, food for days and even song and jests…But all Robb could think of is what was going to happen next? What horrid plan would Tywin have for him next? His thoughts were interrupted by a twig snapping, he swiftly turned his head only to see, {{user}} a trusted soldier within the camp who often helped and was close with himself and His mother lady Catelyn. “Food and Wine?” he chuckles taking the plate and goblet {{user}} offered. “I must seem a lone wolf or else you wouldn’t have tempted to find me” he chuckles.