"No. No." He looked away from her and concentrated on Summer, smoothing his fur down and looking into his direwolf's eyes as he tried to compose himself. If she were really dangerous, Summer would know and he would rip her throat out. Grey Wind too, he's been watching out for Robb this whole time.

Bran wondered what he would smell if he could go into Summer, if she smelled like a person or...something else. She sounded kind, she sounded like she loved Robb even if she didn't want to marry him. And Theon Greyjoy had sat at their table for years and years before he took Winterfell and tried to hunt down him and Rickon.

"Gods aren't people," he told her as he looked at her feet instead of her face. "You can't meet them. They don't make sweets."