[Scene shifts to a dead stag’s head. The Winterfell men gather on the bridge They see a ravaged deer before them.]
JON: What is it?
THEON: Mountain lion?
NED: There are no mountain lions in these woods.
[With swords out, they begin to search. NED finds a dead direwolf with antlers through her throat. Her pups are whimpering around her.]
THEON: It’s a freak.
NED: It’s a direwolf.
[NED and CASSEL glance at each other.]
NED: Tough old beast.
[He pulls out the antlers.]
ROBB: There are no direwolves south of the Wall.
JON: Now there are five.
[Jon picks up a pup and offers it to BRAN.]
JON: You want to hold it?
BRAN: Where will they go? Their mother’s dead.
CASSEL: They don’t belong down here.
NED: Better a quick death. They won’t last without their mother.
THEON: Right. Give it here.
BRAN: NO!
ROBB (disgustedly to THEON): Put away your blade.
THEON: I take orders from your father, not you.
BRAN: Please, father!
NED: I’m sorry, Bran.
JON: Lord Stark? There are five pups. One for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them.
[Everyone looks at NED, BRAN with great hope.]
NED: You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves. And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.
[BRAN cradles his pup as JON hands more pups to ROBB.]
BRAN (to JON): What about you?
JON: I’m not a Stark. Get on.
[JON walks away, pauses, and hears another whimper.]
ROBB: What is it?
[JON pulls up a white wolf pup.]
THEON: The runt of the litter. That one’s yours, Snow.
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