One Voice May Speak You False, But

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

When I Sleep I Turn Into A Wolf. Bran Turned His Face Away And Looked Back Out Into The Night. Do Wolves Dreams?

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.

She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere, Under A Fruit Tree, With The Sun And Clouds Above Her And The Rain To Wash Her Clean.

What Would A Frey Know Of Honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth