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Grey
Wind
padded
toward
her
,
dripping
wet
.
"
Call
him
off
!
"
the
big
man
shouted
.
"
Call
them
both
off
,
or
the
cripple
boy
dies
now
!
"
"
Grey
Wind
,
Summer
,
to
me
,
"
Robb
said
.
The
direwolves
stopped
,
turned
their
heads
.
Grey
Wind
loped
back
to
Robb
.
Summer
stayed
where
he
was
,
his
eyes
on
Bran
and
the
man
beside
him
.
He
growled
.
His
muzzle
was
wet
and
red
,
but
his
eyes
burned
.
Osha
used
the
butt
end
of
her
spear
to
lever
herself
back
to
her
feet
.
Blood
leaked
from
a
wound
on
the
upper
arm
where
Robb
had
cut
her
.
Bran
could
see
sweat
trickling
down
the
big
man
's
face
.
Stiv
was
as
scared
as
he
was
,
he
realized
.
"
Starks
,
"
the
man
muttered
,
"
bloody
Starks
.
"
He
raised
his
voice
.
"
Osha
,
kill
the
wolves
and
get
his
sword
.
"
"
Kill
them
yourself
,
"
she
replied
.
"
I
'll
not
be
getting
near
those
monsters
.
"
For
a
moment
Stiv
was
at
a
loss
.
His
hand
trembled
;
Bran
felt
a
trickle
of
blood
where
the
knife
pressed
against
his
neck
.
The
stench
of
the
man
filled
his
nose
;
he
smelled
of
fear
.
"
You
,
"
he
called
out
to
Robb
.
"
You
have
a
name
?
"
"
I
am
Robb
Stark
,
the
heir
to
Winterfell
.
"
"
This
is
your
brother
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
want
him
alive
,
you
do
what
I
say
.
Off
the
horse
.
"
