"I suppose she turned up in one of those mystery boxes," Robb said as he stepped forward to scratch the wiggling puppy behind the ears. He couldn't help the way his throat went a bit dry at the feeling of the fur beneath his fingers, but he swallowed quickly against it and returned Sansa's smile. We was glad she had something to make her happy here, something of her own.

"Have you fed her yet? I reckon I've got some things she might be interested in."