OPEN; how could anything bad ever happen to you?

[clothed]

Who: Sansa and others
What: test drive catch-all and may event threads
When: throughout may for the event
Where: all over!

Content Warnings: Will add as things progress!

We all have a hunger.

It's easy to fall back into rhythm with Lady. The direwolf is a miracle, even though Sansa's stopped believing in things like miracles; she knows it is her, and Lady remembers her. During her first few nights in Milton Sansa slept with the wolf curled against her body, the two of them nested together like they used to do back in Winterfell.

Warmth, especially body warmth, can spell the difference between life or death during winter.

These days Sansa finds herself in something of a routine: she wakes early, lets Lady out to do her business and stretch her legs, and then says a quiet prayer to both the Old Gods and the Seven. For her father, and her mother, and her brothers and sister and everyone else who have died.

Then she goes through what reading material is available at the community center. She'll run out eventually; it's a lot like studying, only without a septa or a maester guiding her, but she'll make do.

Sansa's easy to find like this: either walking with Lady as the direwolf maps out the town, sitting by a window and reading, or trying to help with something. Anything.

Just try not to come up from behind when approaching her; she always has her knife with her.

[ Happy to write a closed starter for the event! Send me a journal PM or ping me on plurk (weirwood) to plot something out. Also moving test drive threads here just to keep things neat. ]

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[clothed]

She doesn't understand the question right away, her frown making it clear that she's not connecting the dots just yet, but then she looks at Lady a second time following the man's own turn towards the wolf and it falls into place.

"My father and brothers found the litter in the woods near where we lived," she answers quietly, mindful of the people sleeping behind just a couple of walls from where they stand. "The mother was gored by a deer, left dead near a creek. They brought the pups home, and there was one for each of us siblings. Six of us, six of them. Lady is mine.

"That's her name," she adds in almost a murmur. She wrings the rag in her hands more harshly than she means to, and the rough cloth bites against her skin in warning. "She found me, when I first arrived here. Out in the snow, under the lit sky.

"Have you been here long, ser?"

[lasttoolong]

"Not long," Logan replies, his attention on the process of peeling the thick layer of fur and hide off the curve of the cougar's shoulder. It's been less than a month for him, enough time to figure out that they're all screwed, but not long enough to figure out what he's going to do about it. For now, he's concentrating on simple things. Hunting, keeping the little township safe. Talking to girls who make friends with wolves.

After a moment, Logan leaves off the skinning to reach over with both hands and set his knife to the meat of the cat. He saws off a palm-sized piece and tosses it towards Lady.

"And I'm not "sir"," he adds, turning back to his task. "Call me Logan."