accompanying her for the duration of her travels. They were nearing the end of the road and before long, their destination begun to rise up in front of them, becoming ever more clear through the snow. Slowing down to a walk, she swung herself off of the saddle before her horse had chance to stop, boots crunching into the settled layers of snow. A shiver ran down her spine, though it was not from the cold but rather the looming barricade that she tried to avert her gaze away from. Some said that Winterfell was an unwelcoming sight. They had clearly never been to Castle Black. ----------------------- Yellow eyes blinked slowly but their gaze never strayed. It was daunting to be stared at in such a way but the guard dared not shoo away the creature. He'd heard that dogs did not like to be stared at; apparently these wolves did not feel the same way. The pair remained fixed in their places on the stone steps at the front of the inn, willing each other to walk away while others milled around them, packing up bags and loading up mares and steeds alike. "Good boy, Storm." Hearing her words, he turned to see one of the young Starks walking over towards them. Alissa Stark ruffled the fur of the direwolf, for which her hand received a rough lick in response. She shot a grin towards the member of the guard whom he had been so intent on staring down,