An Incident with Certain Wolves

Ned had begun to relax after the long days of travel he had been enduring for the past several weeks. He had just stripped off his dirty shirt, and began to wash with a basin of fresh water, when a member of his guard quietly parted the tent opening. "There's a situation my Lord. The King has requested you. It's your daughter."

Ned walked into the King's pavilion expecting to reprimand Arya for another foolish adventure, but what greeted him was even worse. His elder daughter, Sansa, sat crying on the floor in a torn blue dress. "What is the meaning of this?" Ned exclaimed to Robert, who was seated towards the back of the tent, looking quite disheveled. "There was an incident this evening. It seems Sansa and my son were out walking when your younger daughter's wolf attacked them. My son was bitten on his arm." The two men shared a look, as if to say there was more to the story.

Ned's line of thought was ended when Cersei stormed into the tent in a golden fury. "Robert I want that wolf dead. You're son could have died." "Calm yourself woman." Robert replied with a sigh. "Ned. We need this to end. I'm sorry."

"Wait." Ned said quietly. "Let me here what happened. All of it." Sansa looked up as he turned to her.