Robb's voice softened. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. Summer stayed where he was, his eyes on Bran and the man beside him. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey.
Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. I need to see Hobb about the Old Bear's supper, he announced brusquely, sliding Longclaw back into its scabbard. That was when he heard it; the soft scrape of a boot on stone, the sound of a latch turning. Only this time the dream had gone further than before.
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