[ Honestly, she's envisioning awful tings when Nymeria bounds up to Will. She can already see the blood spurting where the wolf's teeth will inevitably meet flesh - it's been so long since Nymeria was even around people (that aren't to-be-victims) that Arya is convinced she's about to watch her pet kill someone. It's going to be Joffrey all over again, and she's barely even had Nymeria for a day.
And yet, she gets remarkably lucky. Somehow the wolf doesn't attack him, and by the time Arya actually comes up to the stranger's side Nymeria is already getting very well acquainted with the hand and the bag. It's enough that she pauses for a moment, squinting at Will for a moment before taking a few steps in closer. She may not be the size she had been in Westeros, but Nymeria had already proven herself to be just as aggressive here in Asgard. The last thing that Arya was expecting is- well, this. ]
He's my older brother, yes. [ By contrast, Arya's response is measured, wound tight like a coil. She's as untrusting as ever, and the strange mood that has overtaken her direwolf has just added to it. ] What are you doing to her?
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And yet, she gets remarkably lucky. Somehow the wolf doesn't attack him, and by the time Arya actually comes up to the stranger's side Nymeria is already getting very well acquainted with the hand and the bag. It's enough that she pauses for a moment, squinting at Will for a moment before taking a few steps in closer. She may not be the size she had been in Westeros, but Nymeria had already proven herself to be just as aggressive here in Asgard. The last thing that Arya was expecting is- well, this. ]
He's my older brother, yes. [ By contrast, Arya's response is measured, wound tight like a coil. She's as untrusting as ever, and the strange mood that has overtaken her direwolf has just added to it. ] What are you doing to her?