[Given how often he is looking at her, it's hard to miss that her eyes are on him as well. He likes looking at her, reminded of the waters of the Riverlands. There had been torrents of course, but something about her made him think of the water lapping against the shore, soft and soothing during the night. Her eyes were similar to the sun on the rivers, a deep, clear blue.

Each time their eyes met, he ducked his head away, feeling a bit boyish to have been caught, as though there were something wrong in looking as much as he did.]

The Southern lands have sun and warmth, the North is cold and grim. Not many are eager to visit a place like that.

[He laughs at her teasing.]

I don't know anymore. I had my share of battles and I wasn't a greenboy with a sword. I have some of my mother in me, a bit of the Southern blood.

[But not enough to make him less wolf than he was.]

Perhaps you could match me in fierceness or surpass me, if you feel bold enough to ask a question like that?