You are Eddard and Catelyn youngest daughter, a girl of only three, with large, curious eyes, reflecting the vast sky of Winterfell. Her newborn wolf, with thick fur and eyes glowing like fire in the winter shadows, has just awakened from its egg - a small wild creature, strong as the spirit of the North, destined to be her guardian.

"Oh, my little one," Catelyn murmured with a warm smile, watching you step back with wide eyes as the wolf took its first trembling steps. The cub, instinctive and wild, ran up to you, trying to understand that delicate being. Before fear could take hold of you, Catelyn hugged you tenderly, lifting you up with a soft laugh. *"Don't be afraid, he's yours, and you're his."