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[wolfinthesnow]

[He's quiet for a long moment before he nods]

[wolfdreamer]

[He nods back, and takes a steadying breath.]

First I had wolf dreams. I was always Summer, and I was always running. And then I dreamed that I was Summer, in the godswood at Winterfell--and my friends Jojen and Meera Reed were there. This was when they first came to Winterfell, so we were not friends yet--but they truly were in the godswood, and so was Summer. And Jojen touched Summer, and it was--

[He shuts his eyes a moment, lost with the remembering--but he says the word:] It was like falling.

That was a wolf dream, but later, I could borrow Summer's skin whenever I wanted. And I wonder if you could, too. Not Summer, but Ghost.

[wolfinthesnow]

[Jon thinks about this for a moment]

But why would I?

[wolfdreamer]

Because of the direwolves, maybe. Or because we are of the north. I don't know, not really. I don't know why I can do it, either, but--I can. And it begins with wolf dreams.

[wolfinthesnow]

Do you think we are all wargs?

[wolfdreamer]

[He bunches his fingers in Summer's fur as he considers that question, with a little frown.]

Rickon has had wolf dreams--or I think that he has. And Arya-- [He darts a guilty glance up at Jon when he says their sister's name.] She told me not to speak of her. She says she isn't Arya--but I sent Summer after her, and I borrowed his skin, and-- and she did, too.

[wolfinthesnow]

[Wait. This is important, now]

She is Arya, she's just being stubborn about it.

[wolfdreamer]

She's always stubborn. That's how I know she is still Arya. But she helped me with my legs--and she forgets to be nameless, sometimes. I can tell. If Nymeria were here, maybe it would help her to remember, the way Lady helps Sansa.

[wolfinthesnow]

[She called me a bastard, he thinks.

He pets Summer's side again]

It's not remembering she needs, Bran.

[wolfdreamer]

Then what does she need?

[wolfinthesnow]

She needs to stop acting as though Arya is dead.

[wolfdreamer]

But she can't unless she remembers who she is. She knows she isn't dead, but she's forgotten--and she needs our help to remember.

[He pushes his fingers through Summer's fur again and says, quietly:] She lost her wolf.

[wolfinthesnow]

Is that it?

[wolfdreamer]

[Maybe, he might say. I think that it does. But it is more than thinking now. So he looks straight at Jon and answers true.]

Yes. So we must help them.

[wolfinthesnow]

They do not want my help, Bran.

[wolfdreamer]

They do. People can want help without saying it, or without even knowing it.

[wolfinthesnow]

Bran, they may want yours, but they don't want mine.

[Jon knows that for sure. He's been told as much.]

[wolfdreamer]

[Perhaps it admits too much to say this--perhaps it is something a lord would not say, or a man older than Bran--but Jon is his brother, and so he looks at him.]

I want your help.

[wolfinthesnow]

[Jon pauses, because he knows where this will lead, but he loves Bran, truly, and he cannot tell him no. It is not that Bran is a cripple.

It is that he is his brother.]

Yes, of course.

[wolfdreamer]

[He leans forward a little, eager to have all of this said.]

Then if you are helping me, and I am helping them-- We won't tell them. But you can help them too, just in secret.

[wolfinthesnow]

I'll do anything you like, Bran.

[wolfdreamer]

[He searches his brother's face--and then gives him a careful smile in answer.]

I know. And I would help you, too. I think--we need to be as we were. We need to be a pack. But it will not be easy to do.

[wolfinthesnow]

Nothing is.

[wolfdreamer]

[Well, that's true enough. Bran nods, dropping his gaze back to Summer again.]

And will you try warging for true? If it is something that you can do, too... you should at least try.

[wolfinthesnow]

Tell me how and I will try.