An interuption

Before they can make a decision, they hear a howl from inside the stables. Both of them immediately recognized it; that was the sound of a direwolf!

"They're not supposed to be in the stables," Arya mused, walking over to the wooden structure. "Nymeria, is that you?" Looking through a gap in the boards, she gasped, turning away and covering her mouth.

"What is it?" Bran asked, hurrying over.

"Oh my gods!" Arya giggling, her cheeks glowing a bright red. "You gotta see this!" Peering through the hole with his sister, Bran couldn't believe his eyes.

There wasn't just one direwolf in the stall, but two: Grey Wind and Lady. What was incredible, though, was what they were doing. Grey Wind was mounting Lady, thrusting his member into the she-wolf. The beast was incredibly powerful, his thrusts strong, fast, and deep. Lady was under her sibling, obviously enjoying being bred. Her hind was raised, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. The wolves either didn't notice the peeping toms or they didn't care, as they showed no sign of stopping.

"This is insane!" Arya whispered, still in shock. "What will Sansa think when her direwolf has puppies." The thought made her giggle.

Bran, meanwhile, couldn't help but be overcome with curiosity. He'd never seen anybody have sex before, not even two animals. The way Grey Wind's cock slid in and out... Bran couldn't help but think dirty thoughts.

"I've never seen two animals breed before," Bran muttered, thinking out loud. He immediately regretted it, not wanting Arya to think he was weird.

"Yeah, me neither," Arya agreed, seeming to now notice what Bran had. "It really is so.... primal, isn't it." Bran nodded, watching as Grey Wind began to speed up. Wanting to give the wolves some privacy, Bran turned around, leaning against the stall wall. Arya followed his lead, sitting next to him.

"I wonder if Summer and Nymeria do it," Bran wondered outloud, the sounds of the two direwolves still evident. He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, blushing as he realized what he'd let slip.

"BRAN!" Arya gasped, playfully slapping his shoulder. "Don't be a pervert! Besides, Nym would never do that."

"Oh come on!" Bran shot back. "If prim and proper Lady likes to be bred than your wild wolf definitely does!"

"Oh yeah! And I suppose Summer's wayyyyyy more honorable than Robb's wolf."

"That's what I'm saying!" Bran laughed. "They probably fuck like rabbits."

"A direwolf never does anything like a rabbit!" Arya shot back, grinning. The two were giggling so much they'd almost forgotten about the wolves rutting behind them. However, a howl from Grey Wind brought them back to reality. For the first time, Bran realized how close he and his sister were. Arya's face was mere inches from his, and after eighteen years Bran was just now appreciating her beauty. He studied her features in silence, admiring her flawless skin, full lips, and brown hair, which was surprisingly smooth and soft given all the time she spent outside. What captivated him most, though, were her deep, mesmerizing grey eyes.

Arya said nothing as Bran stared at her, returning his gaze with one of her own. Always a girl of many, many words, Arya was left speechless, with their labored breath being the only sound between them. She opened her mouth to form an insult, or a sarcastic comment, or anything, but her words failed her.

The suspense was killing Bran. Should he make a move? Or should he let Arya take the lead? Maybe there is an interruption?