[Nymeria pads over, sniffs. Snorts. Makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine. Yours is an unfamiliar scent, Keman. Arya gives her a puzzled look, but the wolf seems just as puzzled. Curious, but cautious.]

She's full direwolf, I know that. My brothers found her and her litter out in the snow. The kennelmaster said the pups were too smart by half and that they grew like weeds.

[Which was pretty true. Nymeria had been the size of a full-grown dog at just a few months old.

...She's not even sure why she's opening up about this, but it's hard to hide that you're a Stark when the colors are slapped on your back in feathers and there's a huge direwolf at your side.]