"They really have those here?" He would have to go exploring soon and see all the southern island animals. As much exploring as he could do, anyway. "Well, they're from the North too, past the Wall. And they're very vicious warriors. Not Osha, though. Well," Bran hesitated. "She's a very vicious warrior but in a good way. And she's very clever and nice."

"Oh." Another touch to his hair and he looked uncertain. A memory rose in him suddenly: his mother's fingers slipping through his hair gently before the careful snip of scissors. "Um, maybe. Thank you. Men wear their hair shorter here." Then a little smile. "Except Jon."