Summer’s howls were long and sad, full of grief and longing. Shaggydog’s were more savage. Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two … two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too, Bran wondered? Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady’s shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together?
