Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 192 Wolf Girl
Viserys and Littlefinger both thought that Brynden the Blackfish was not smart enough to make the kind of political decisions that he would try to gain approval from the Targaryens.

If the Blackfish of Riverrun or some minister had such political acumen, Robb would not have died in obscurity. The political acumen of the Tully family seems to lie only in the old Duke Hoster Tully, but the old Duke had died long ago.

No one with normal thinking could guess who prompted Arya to make this decision.

The truth is, the decision was made by Arya herself.

But the source of her cognition is very abnormal.

After the Red Wedding, Arya and the Hound escaped from the Twins. After seeing the letter from King Targaryen on the messenger from House Blackwood, the Hound decided to send Arya to Riverrun.

Arya felt empty inside and had intermittent dreams about wolves on the road.

One day, she communicated with Nymeria through a wolf dream and found the body of her mother Catelyn by the river. She dragged Catelyn's body to the shore through Nymeria, trying to wake her up, but eventually found that she was dead.

Since that day, Arya's heart has become more empty and gloomy.

With a clear destination, the Hound was very active. He took Arya to avoid the sight of the crowd and went south along the path near the Kingsroad. In order to conceal his tracks, the Hound did not even stop at the crossroads. They went south all the way to the intersection of the Kingsroad and the Trident River in the town of Earl Harroway, near Darry City, and then turned west.

At Darry, Arya suddenly remembered the first time she came here. At that time, she and her father rushed back to King's Landing with King Robert's carriage. Her father was still there, and everyone was still there. Only the butcher's boy Mycah and Nymeria were there. It was on the day of rest in Darry that Nymeria bit Joffrey and the butcher's boy was killed by the hound. For Nymeria's safety, Arya drove away her direwolf.

On the day of their stop outside Darry, Arya was fetching water when she saw some dark figures crossing the river bank opposite them. After a moment, she was surprised to realize that they were a pack of wolves.

A huge pack of wolves. They marched in the darkness and drizzle, wet and silent.

Then she somehow remembered Nymeria, and she put her hands around her mouth and yelled at the wolves, "Ah-woo, ah-woo."

And sure enough, the largest wolf in the pack raised its head and roared after her. The sound of the big wolf's voice made Arya's heart tremble and tears welled up in her eyes.

She realized it was Nymeria!
That was the direwolf she had driven away here.

The Hound was awakened by the howling of wolves. When he arrived, he saw countless wolves on the other side of the river. His face was filled with horror. He wanted to take Arya away quickly to prevent the wolves from crossing the river from somewhere and attacking them at night.

But Arya shouted, "That's Nymeria!" The words engraved in her mind came to mind. Arya remembered her father's words, and she responded, "Winter is coming. The snows are falling, the winds are blowing, the lone wolf dies, the pack survives." She remembered that this was where she had abandoned her Nymeria. And now, it was time to reunite. "I'm going to find her. That's Nymeria. She's coming to me. I know it!"

But the Hound didn't care what Arya said, he picked her up without saying anything, went back to clean up the camp, tied her to the horse called Coward, and drove towards the inhabited area near Darry City.

They ran a long way before they took shelter in a dilapidated temple in a burnt village. The hunting dogs stayed up all night, worried that wild wolves would come to find them.

Arya tried to fall asleep so that she could dream about the wolves at night.

That night, Arya dreamed of Nymeria, who was wandering in the jungle with a large pack of wolves.

It suddenly occurred to her that these wolves were her brothers and sisters, but not her real brothers and sisters.

Her real brothers and sisters were separated from her by the world, separated from her by life and death. She felt only a deep emptiness and a tearing pain. The forest was vast and cold, and she was so small and empty inside. She knew she had a brother in the north, but there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, and she could not smell him. So she sat curled up and howled at the dark sky, and the sound echoed in the forest, becoming a long and lonely lament. As the sound faded, she pricked up her ears, waiting for a reply.

The only response was a sigh.

Arya?
She suddenly heard a call from behind her, the silent call was as soft as a whisper. She turned around to look for the source of the call.

Then she saw a weirwood seedling growing rapidly from the muddy ground in the jungle, and on it was the face of Bran, whom she had almost forgotten, except for the third eye on it. She recognized it as Bran.

She was still wondering how Bran could have a third eye on his face. Then the weirwood began to speak, telling her that the ravens had given him the third eye. Arya smelled the tree and Bran, warm earth, hard stone, and death. Bran told her. A lone wolf dies, but a pack wolves live. Then the weirwood leaned down and touched her. For a moment Arya felt herself out of Nymeria's body, seeing the wolf and the tree in her own way. Don't forget who you are, Arya. Don't eat human flesh in wolf form anymore; don't indulge in wolf form; remember who you are; you are too tired, go home, Arya.

She looked towards Bran in confusion, only to find herself standing in a snowy forest. The forest was dark and deep, and freezing cold. She heard a figure calling her, the voice was tired, "Little sister?"

Jon. She recognized him. She saw her bastard brother clearly, his face covered in blood, his expression sad, as if exhausted, he was hiding in the woods from something else, something terrible, with the smell of death. She wanted to answer, but her voice froze in her throat. The darkness of the woods was like a tangible monster, rushing towards her and swallowing everything.

"Jon!" Arya screamed, sitting up. She could still feel the cold and terrible. "Jon!"

She realized Jon was in danger!
It was the Hound who came. He grabbed Arya, lifted her up and shook her. "Be quiet! Are you trying to attract the wolves here? What's wrong with you, little she-wolf?"

"Dream." Arya said weakly. "A nightmare." "Your bastard brother?" The Hound's voice was a little strange, and his tone seemed to be pity.

"Let's not go to Riverrun, shall we? My uncle has never seen me, and doesn't even know if I'm really me." Arya didn't know how long it would take to get to Riverrun. She had never been to Riverrun before, and she had set out for it several times, but never arrived. She gave up the idea of ​​going to Riverrun. "He won't pay, he'll just hang you."

The Hound snorted coldly: "Let him have a try."

"I know where we can go," Arya said. She had only one brother left, and he was in danger. She was sure Jon would pay to ransom her, if he could find her. He would call her "little sister." But the way to the Wall was long, and she didn't think she could make it alone. She couldn't even get to Riverrun. "Let's go to the Wall."

The Hound laughed out loud: "The little she-wolf wants to join the Night's Watch?"

"I have another brother at the Great Wall," she replied.

The Hound's mouth twitched. "The Wall is a thousand miles from here. Seven Hells. To get there, you have to rush through the damned Frey territory, and then the Neck. There are lizard lions in those swamps, and they eat wolves for snacks every day. Even if you do make it to the North and survive, there are still iron squids and skinners in the North."

She asked, "Are you scared?"

The Hound replied, "I don't give a damn what you think. Go to Riverrun. I tell you, little she-wolf, if you want to go to the Wall, go to Riverrun first. Let your uncle Blackfish buy you from me first, and then send someone to take you to the damned Wall."

She said stubbornly, "I must go to the Wall, now, immediately, right now! Jon is in danger! It must be!" She suddenly remembered, connecting what she saw in the dream with reality, "The letter, the order from Dragonstone, asking the people in the North to support the Wall! A lone wolf dies, a pack of wolves survives. It must be, the Wall is in danger, Jon must need me!"

"You?" The Hound's mouth twitched. "Even if the Great Wall is in danger, what can you do if you go there?"

"I" She stood there, at a loss.

"I can take Nymeria and her siblings with me!"

The Hound threw her back onto the moldy bed. "Who the hell is Nymeria?"

"It's my direwolf!" She sat up, ignoring the pain in her back. "I'm going to find her. She's nearby, I know. She's been following me all the way from the Twins to here. She's looking for me, that's for sure. She's waiting for me to find her." She burst into tears with excitement. "I thought she hated me, and I felt so ashamed. It wasn't until today that I realized that she has always been with me."

She couldn't stop crying when she recalled how she had driven Nymeria away. Arya told Nymeria to go away, set her free, and said she didn't want her anymore. But Nymeria refused to leave, so Arya and Jory Cassel threw stones at her until Nymeria wailed and ran deep into the forest. Arya's stones hit Nymeria twice, and Nymeria wailed and looked at her. Arya would never forget that.

The Hound looked at her incoherent appearance, his expression was as if he had stepped on dog shit. But before the Hound could respond, a wolf moo suddenly came from outside. It sounded very close. The Hound felt cold all over, and immediately picked up the sword he sharpened every night. It was the long-handled axe he took from the Twins - the one that knocked Arya unconscious - and exchanged it with a villager on the road. The sword was full of notches and rust spots. The Hound would sharpen the sword with a whetstone every night along the way. Until he was sure that the blade was sharp enough to kill people.

"Seven levels of hell!" The hound opened the charred and dilapidated door of the cathedral a little, and shouted like a roar.

In the night, he saw countless pairs of green eyes looking coldly towards him.

The Hound immediately closed the door of the sanctuary and looked back to see Stranger and Coward stamping their feet restlessly in the corner of the sanctuary, wheezing. Even he himself was sweating profusely.

But Arya had already sneaked out of the broken window of the sept without knowing it. "Nymeria, I'm sorry," she shouted in the direction of the wolf's mooing, her voice hoarse, and she kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"Damn it!" The Hound picked up the sword, suddenly opened the door of the temple, and cursed with gritted teeth, saying that he would go and capture the crazy wolf girl and bring her back to the temple.

However, what the hound saw next was a scene that shocked him beyond words. In the countless green wolf eyes in the night, a huge wolf shadow walked out from the dark shadows, until the entire body was in the pale moonlight.

The hound saw the wolf and felt cold all over. The wolf was huge, even bigger than the stranger!

However, the wolf did not pounce on the little wolf girl and bite her to death as the hunting dog expected. Instead, it slowly approached the crazy wolf girl, lowered its head and let her hug it. It sat down, stretched its legs, and rubbed its head against her, as if they were hugging and comforting each other.

After that night, the next day, they finally did not set out for the Wall, but decided to go to Riverrun to find the Blackfish.

On the rest of the journey, the hunting dog felt extremely tormented and uncomfortable all over - I believe that no matter who it is, knowing that there are at least a hundred wolves following not far behind, they will not feel at ease.

Although the wolves retreated quickly that night, the hound realized that the wolf woman had the ability to order her wolves to attack him at that time, but she did not do so.

The girl hated him to her core. She had changed, the Hound realized.

(End of this chapter)