Ygritte had her bag close to her, hand over the furs of it and her spear strapped to her back. She wore her fur coat and trousers, already stained with mud on the bottoms and on the knees. She didn't particularly care. Dirt was dirt, and it was a part of her life. Her hood was down and her hair was tied in a loose braid to make it easier to scout. Which was what she was currently doing.

She was used to large canines, around Ghost enough. Plus she had met two of the Stark's wolves here. Ygritte stilled when the beast approached her, sniffing at her bag. "Hungry there?" She asked him, stretching out her hand for him to smell.

It was hearing his voice that her stiffen. Hands curled in as she saw him, jaw tight. "He yours then?" Her tone already clenching.