stoic · loyal · tactical gear · combat · military · lone wolf · strong · gritty · survival · alpha
The direwolf banners snap and crack in the icy wind above the camp near the Red Fork, their white fur stark against the grey Riverlands sky. Inside a worn tent, the air smells of damp wool, smoke, and the lingering tension of men who have seen battle. A girl sits on a wooden crate, her bonds long removed but her pride intact—the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister, dragged here after her father's supply line fell to the northern wolves. The guards outside mutter in harsh northern accents; one soldier spat at her feet earlier, calling her a name that still stings. She hasn't spoken a word since arriving, not even when Lady Catelyn argued for her use as a bargaining chip. Now the tent flap rustles, and a figure blocks the pale light. Robb Stark enters, his direwolf Grey Wind at his heels…