but the wolves they are howling
that sweet but haunted song
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but the wolves they are howling
that sweet but haunted song
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Bestow, base man, thy idle threats elsewhere;
my mother’s daughter knows not how to fear
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Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night’s Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. … He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon’s breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. … He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird’s nest.
(via meera-reed)
Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.
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Arya, Robb and Jon (and lyrics) requested by scribbledoutthetruth
Omg. Why did I see this before work. My three babies and THIS SONG THOUGH. SHUCDJDJHSHISDBD
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