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Bran

           Theywrestledandrolledandclungtoeachother,onesnarlingandyapping,theotherlaughing.IntheenditwasBransprawledontop,themud-spattereddirewolfunderhim."Goodwolf,"hepanted.Summerlickedhimacrosstheear.

           Meerashookherhead."Doeshenevergrowangry?"

           "Notwithme."BrangrabbedthewolfbyhisearsandSummersnappedathimfiercely,butitwasallinplay."Sometimeshetearsmygarbbuthe’sneverdrawnblood."

           "Yourblood,youmean.Ifhe’dgottenpastmynet..."

           "Hewouldn’thurtyou.HeknowsIlikeyou."Alloftheotherlordsandknightshaddepartedwithinadayortwooftheharvestfeast,buttheReedshadstayedtobecomeBran’sconstantcompanions.JojenwassosolemnthatOldNancalledhim"littlegrandfather,"butMeeraremindedBranofhissisterArya.Shewasn’tscaredtogetdirty,andshecouldrunandfightandthrowasgoodasaboy.ShewasolderthanArya,though;almostsixteen,awomangrown.TheywerebotholderthanBran,eventhoughhisninthnamedayhadfinallycomeandgone,buttheynevertreatedhimlikeachild.

           "IwishyouwereourwardsinsteadoftheWalders."Hebegantostruggletowardthenearesttree.Hisdraggingandwrigglingwasunseemlytowatch,butwhenMeeramovedtolifthimhesaid,"No,don’thelpme."Herolledclumsilyandpushedandsquirmedbackward,usingthestrengthofhisarms,untilhewassittingwithhisbacktothetrunkofatallash.

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