IC Contact [Asgard]

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Catch all IC contact post for Will Graham at asgardeventide
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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[ 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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[Will's been informed that direwolves can, in fact, be rather vicious animals. He can't begrudge an animal its nature. It goes down to its very DNA, and holding that against it would be completely ridiculous. Sure, he's not very fond of the coyotes that sometimes plague the area around his house and serve as a threat to his dogs, but he knows that's just how they are. His first encounter with Grey Wind was a pleasant one, and he's never given him a reason to turn from something like friendly to ferocious. They won't attack those who do not mean Robb or his harm, that's what he remembers being told. He has no intention of ever posing a threat to Robb or whoever else might show up from his family, so he thinks it'll stay the same way: Grey Wind stops by his room for a bit of bacon sometimes, gets a good rubdown and scratching, and ends up going on his merry way.

She's a little thing, he notices (the girl, not the direwolf), which means very little in the long run of things. She could be just as vicious as a direwolf if she wanted to be, could be just as merciless—Will's track record with kids being kids is rather dismal.

The question has his eyebrows furrowing a bit, slightly confused. They lift eventually as if he's inviting a question or further discussion. He's open to whatever she may have to say if his face anything to go by.]

I was just giving her a bite to eat. [The entire bag will be devoid of bacon at this rate, but he's perfectly fine with that. He just pulls out bit after bit for her, not at all minding the spit he's getting all over his hand.] I do the same thing with Grey Wind, he likes the bacon. I was assuming she would, too.

[It's been purposefully wired to direwolf tastes, this bacon. It's his design and all.]

They can rip a man's arm from its socket without even growling in warning, I know. I've never given Grey Wind reason to harm me or made him think I'd harm Robb, so we get along just fine. Is that all right with you?

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