[ Robb made a point of acclimatizing his horse to Grey Wind's presence, as such the destrier is not as fussed as other horses may be. Nevertheless Northern Son snorts in irritation as the wolf paces only to return to Robb's side, the wolf has been odd since they crossed into the Dead Zone... just as his master.
He feels the eyes upon him, it is hard not to, and he looks up gathering the reins into his hands in part to simply have something to hold onto. ]
It is quite later to be wandering, my lady. [ Yes, he has noticed you. ]
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He feels the eyes upon him, it is hard not to, and he looks up gathering the reins into his hands in part to simply have something to hold onto. ]
It is quite later to be wandering, my lady. [ Yes, he has noticed you. ]