This direwolf was not only Bran's guardian, but also an extension of his Greenseer powers.
Before long, Catelyn was pushing Bran's wheelchair toward the castle herself, step by step. Her footsteps mingled with the turning of the wheels, leaving faint tracks on the ground that were soon covered by dust swept up by the autumn wind.
As Catelyn looked at the composure beyond his years on her son's pale little face, a sting rose in her nose. She reached out to gather the thick blanket that had slipped down his body and carefully tucked his exposed arms back beneath it.
It took her a long while to swallow the sorrow she felt for Bran before she managed to speak gently. "You're right, Bran. We'll wait for that day together."
With that, she took hold of the wheelchair and gently turned it around, continuing, "But His Grace Viserys and the others have already left, and the wind outside is getting stronger. Let's go back to the great hall first. Your brother Robb should be there waiting to meet with the other northern lords. You can sit by the fire and warm yourself up, too."
Bran nodded and let his mother push him deeper into the castle. Seeing them move, Winter immediately rose and shook out his fluffy silver fur, then slowed his steps to follow beside the wheelchair.
The dragons flew south along the Kingsroad.
The ground of the North raced backward beneath them, while cold winds swept up from the northern wilderness, carrying grains of snow and howling past the dragons' flanks. Blackflame carried the four riders steadily in the middle of the Dragon Horde.
Only after taking quite some time to recover did Jeyne finally dare to loosen her tightly clenched fingers. Then, bracing herself against the scales on