THE STARK DIREWOLVES: JON AND GHOST
Jon smiled. “You’re the one deserves an honor” he told the wolf, and suddenly he found himself remembering how he’d found him, that day in the late summer snow. They had been riding off with the other pups, but Jon had heard a noise and turned back, and there he was, white fur almost invisible against the drifts. He was all alone, he thought, apart from the others in the litter. He was different, so they drove him out.
THE STARK DIREWOLVES: SANSA AND LADY
Ned sat beside her for a while. “Lady” he said, tasting the name. He had never paid much attention to the names the children had picked, but looking at her now, he knew that Sansa had chosen well. She was the smallest of the litter, the prettiest, the most gentle and trusting.