Pack Animals |Game of Thrones|

Chapter II - Winterfell

Jon Snow, Bran and Robb Stark her brothers, they all eventually caught up to her and within mere moments, Jon and Robb eventually took off on their own to race to the bridge.

Bran urged his pony to go faster, as Theon approached and he likely did not want to speak to the older man who was so casually cruel to the head of a dead man. "You angered at something?" Theon asked as Silver held the reins in one hand and a thin, but razor sharp dagger of valyrian steel in her hand and she spun it in between her fingers.

"How and why, do you find everything so amusing?" Silver asked and he tilted his head slightly in a bit of a questioning look. "You kicked the head of a deserter. Laughing as you did so. What kind of message does that give to others?" Her words were not really a question, since she knew the answer, but Theon appeared to be at least thinking about it.

"It gives the message that House Stark, is the Warden of the North as they have been for a thousand years whereas House Greyjoy is a joke to everybody else." Theon snapped and Silver shook her head gently, and she caught up to him again.

"You know by the seven, that was not my meaning by those words. My point was, you don't need to fake all these things that your House would do, to prove that you are different from us stone-cold Starks. You are one of us by now, you don't have to prove it. You should never have had to in the first place." Silver stated and Theon looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, as she shrugged. "It is only the cold, hard truth Greyjoy." She said with a smirk on her face, as she clicked her tongue gently and her horse galloped ahead along with the rest as they caught up to Robb and Jon, who had found something.

Silver dismounted off of her horse and she tied its reins to a nearby tree branch, before she walked closer to where Robb and Jon were waiting for them all. "Is that... it is a direwolf, by bloody hell. Seven hells." She said as she crouched down next to it and she shook her head at the sight of the eyes that had begun to crawl with maggots, the fur that was matted with ice and blood. Silver looked more closely at the massive yellow teeth and she was shaking her head slightly. "What in seven hells, is it doing down this far south?" She murmured and Robb held out a pup for her to hold and Silver smiled slightly. "Hi there." She said softly.

"We should kill them now." Hullen stated and all around them, Silver was hearing the ringing of steel and her eyes were suddenly on fire, as she held the pup against her and in her usual defiant response, she drew a blade of her own.

"Give the pup here, Bran." Theon said sharply and in response, Silver shook her head slightly, as Bran was shaking his head.

"Stay your blades, all of you." Silver ordered sharply and Bran looked over at her, along with Robb and Jon, who were stunned by her sudden surge of sharp-tongued commanding voice.

"We listen to your Lord father, not you." Theon's words stung and Silver's eyes continued to burn with a harsh fire.

"Try to harm these direwolf pups again Greyjoy, and I will strike off your bloody head." Silver snarled in response and Theon looked hesitant as he looked over at Ned Stark, whose eyes looked worried at Silver's defiant nature.

"Lord Stark." Jon interrupted the argument and he looked at Silver and at Bran and they both looked over at him as he spoke. "There are six pups here. Three male, three female." He declared.

"What of it, Jon?" Lord Stark questioned him and Jon looked around at the swords unsheathed, all of them prepared for killing a helpless litter of direwolf pups.

"You have six true-born children," Jon stated. "Three sons, three daughters as it were. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were all meant to have these pups, my lord."

Silver felt her heart breaking into pieces at the realization of what her half-brother had just done for them as Robb and Bran realized as well, their entire group did in time.

"You want no pup for yourself, Jon?" Ned asked softly and Jon simply shook his head.

"The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark." Jon pointed out and he shook his head. "I am not any sort of Stark, Father."

"We will feed them ourselves, Father. I will take a towel and soak it in milk for the pup. So will Silver." Robb insisted as soon as the opportunity came up to speak again, as Silver nodded slightly at her father's look.

"If they die, you will bury them yourselves. You must train them yourselves as well, I will not have you bothering the servants with the pups, any of you, at all here. Is that understood?" Lord Stark asked and Silver nodded as she carefully tucked her pup into her furs and arranged the coat so that it was covering the pup up, as she walked back to her horse.

"Would you really have chopped Greyjoy's head off?" Robb asked and Silver looked over at him, as she put her sword back into the scabbard at her waist. "Where did you even get the real sword?" He asked and she looked at the hilt.

"Mikken does many projects that our Lord Father wouldn't always approve of. I had him find this, and reforge the hilt to my liking." She stated and Robb took the sword out of the scabbard, as he chuckled softly.

"Valyrian steel... where in the seven hells, did Mikken ever find this?" Robb asked and Silver shushed him, and he tucked the pup into his furs, and she put away the sword.

"Apparently this was always wielded by a woman in the direst hour when a Northman had been defeated and his wife was the only one left to defend a home and hearth." She murmured as Robb's eyes widened. "I named it Protector." Silver murmured as she mounted up and she clicked her tongue, as the charger galloped away, leaving Robb with some unanswered questions.