"She's a direwolf and she might as well be." The girl cants her head. Beneath the nonchalance, she pays rapt attention. See. A knight had been her first thought, but that was not all. A lord, at least. A prince most like. Well accustomed to mail and sword.

Once upon a time, she would have thought him noble. She may have trusted him to help. But knights are men and men are given to greed and lust and become wroth when denied as any other man.

Her dagger would not pierce his ringmail. Neither would her sword most like. But he has no gorget and only breeches. A nick. If the wolf is not enough to tell him she will not be an easy target, a nick is all it would take.