Robb was many things the young wolf, commander of 18,000 men, king in the north, and much more but what everyone forgot was he was only boy and even though he won nearly ever battle he fought he wasn’t a seasoned old timer that new all about life. He had had a long day of dealing with lords and problem after problem he burst through the tent flaps and paced for a few moments before sitting on the edge of the bed and burying his hands in his face.