(Game of Thrones) The Weirwood Wolf

(2) Fostering

( POV Thorin Stark )

The wind was cold up here in the high branches of the Heart tree. I like to come here to think, right now I'm thinking about how everything changed ever since that day four years ago. That was the day I got Fenrir and Synin my ever faithful companions, it was also the day Jon got Ghost and Robb got Graywind.

A moon after that day father was called to war by the King because the Grayjoys thought they could rebel against the iron throne, the fools. After father went to war we where started in our training of arms. We where taught how to fight with a sword and shield, but Ser Rodrick was hesitant to teach we how to fight with an axe.

And when he finally relented he said he didn't have much to teach me as he trained with a sword himself. So to get around my lack of technique I wielded the axe with my Weirwood arm which was much stronger than any man had a right to be.

In fact since we got our blessing from the Old Gods we have all gotten stronger than we should be at this age, nothing supernatural but it seemed we grew faster than other children and combat came to us like breathing. But it was different with me where Jon and Robb picked up fighting faster than other children for me it was as if I had done it all before.Like I was just going through the motions.

Climbing was the same before the blessing from the Old Gods I had never climbed before but after it was as if I had climbed all my life. It was the same with sneaking it seems as if I just naturally know how to blend into a crowd.

After father returned from the war he brought some pretentious shit with him, Theon Greyjoy. I remember the first feast we had with him, it was for fathers return and he was upset because we seated the 'true born heir to the iron islands at the same table as a bastard' Robb told father he agreed with Theon, that a hostage shouldn't be sat near his brother and asked father to seat him with the servants. I was about to beat the little squid bloody for what he said and I would have if Jon hadn't placed a hand on my shoulder.

Then Arya was born a little sister and a week after her birth I was praying in the Godswood with Robb and Jon, the wolves had gone to play amongst the trees and when they came back they where followed by two wolves one that was mostly white with a little bit of light grey on her head, back and tail and another that was mostly grey though a lighter grey than Greywind with a white stomach, tail, legs and some of its face.

When we returned with them and presented them to our sisters the lighter one ran to Sansa while the darker ran to Arya.
Sansa named hers Lady while Arya named hers Winter. And a year later when little bran was born he got a wolf of his own that later he named Summer.

The wolves kept getting bigger until Fenrir, Ghost and Greywind where the size of Warhorses while Summer, Winter and Lady grew to the size of ponies. Of the three bigger wolves Greywind and Fenrir are the same size though Fenrir is the fiercest, Ghost is the smallest of the three the silent brother who still hasn't made a sound. Even though Fenrir is the better fighter Greywind is the alpha.

Just last week we were called to fathers solar he had important news to tell us. We were to be fostered, Robb with the Manderlys, Jon with the Umbers and me with Mormonts. We are to leave in a few days it will be the first time since I was born that I'll be separated from my brothers and I'm going to miss them.

"Stark get your lazy arse down here!"

"Aye brother we need to clean up for dinner!"

I drop from the branch I was sitting and landed in front of my brothers.

"Who you calling lazy Snow"

"Shut your yapping you two and call Synin and Fenrir"

"Fenrir! Synin!" Synin flew down from high up in the branches of the Heart tree and Fenrir came bounding out of the trees he greeted his brothers before coming and resting next to me.