þéotan - to roar or howl like a wolf.
Diswyn is a wildling from north of the wall. She fled south with two direwolves that had raised her. They were traveling through the Wolfswood when they were charged by a stag. As the she-wolf died a northern Lo...
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Diswyn was running around the halls of the Red Keep frantically, her light dress flowing behind her.
"Arya!" she shouted in a stern whisper as she opened doors and ran down corridors. "Arya!"
The young Stark girl had been having 'dancing' lessons with a sword master from Bravos and he had been encouraging her to chase cats.
Diswyn had no idea why but she did know that it made Arya even more elusive than usual.
Thus making finding the girl, Diswyn's current task, harder than it would have been before.
"Arya?" Diswyn questioned as she saw a small figure scurry around a corner. She sighed in relief as she saw the little girl.
Arya was wearing a pair of tatty trousers and a large shirt that was not hers. Her hair was scruffy and she had dirt on her face, the cat squirming in her arms was an equally scruffy Tom cat with a chunk missing from his right ear, a scratch on the right side of his face and half his tail missing.
Arya looked up at Diswyn with a mischievous and slightly guilty smile. "Hello," she said with false innocence.
"Where have you been?" Dis asked with a concerned tone as she motherly brushed hair from Arya's face and wiped dirt from her cheek.
