She gazed at Ghost. “May I touch your … wolf?”The thought made Jon uneasy. &ldquo
She gazed at Ghost. “May I touch your … wolf?”The thought made Jon uneasy. “Best not.”“He will not harm me. You call him Ghost, yes?”“Yes, but …”“Ghost.” Melisandre made the word a song.The direwolf padded toward her.Jon VI, A Dance with Dragons (requested by @tairin) -- source link
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