[ At the now familiar voice, Anne tentatively looks up through her dripping hair, letting out a puff of air from shaky lips when she realizes it's Robb's wolf, and it's master is right there. Thank God. Even at this distance, in the eve, maybe the relief is visible in her posture as she relaxes considerable. Her arms drop from above her head and she slowly stands, pushing her hair out of her face so that she might see better. Despite herself, she lets out an abrupt laugh, shaken by nerves, recovering too recently from shock to fully realize the situation just yet. All she's currently computing is that she wasn't mauled to death by a bear. ]
King Robb! By God's grace, I had feared the worst.
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King Robb! By God's grace, I had feared the worst.