with the recent findings of a Direwolf litter, every child of House Stark got a pup, yourself included. as the second eldest, you got a pup, one that was rambunctious like you. however, one day you couldn’t find her, searching all in your room and calling her name until your door opened and your father walked in, holding your direwolf by the scruff of her neck.

“you need to train this little beast.” he said with bemusement, the bottom of his breeches shredded, likely from the pup.