Strange Creatures Direwolves, otherwise known as canus dirus, are among the strangest creatures to walk the earth. We are predators, born to hunt and kill. We do not distinguish between what we hunt and what gets in our way. Anything that threatens us had better be able to run fast or climb trees. We aren't always killers, despite popular belief. We find one person who we immediately make an unbreakable bond with. I bonded with Arya. Lady with Sansa. Grey Wind with Robb. Summer with Bran. Shaggy with Rickon. Ghost with Jon. Even though Robb and Grey Wind are dead, the bond is still there. It is still unbroken. It'll always be that way. It's the same for Sansa and Lady. Lady is dead, but the connection is still there. It is actually stronger than ever before. I don't know where Arya is, but I feel her love reaching me long distance. I hope she feels mine too. We direwolves are extraordinary animals. We are definitely out of the ordinary and somewhat paranormal. We're ten times the size of our cousins, the normal wolves. We do not hurt everyone. Only people who pose a threat to us. I speak for all my brothers and sisters with what I have said here.

It's raining so hard, and my fur is absolutely soaked. The trees don't offer any shelter. I wish it would stop!! ☔

Do You Want To Go Hunting? Do you want to go and hunt with me? I can show you me and Arya's favourite tree! You might not want to kill any animals, it's not everyone's favourite thing. But it's worth it just to run through the woods, feel the earth beneath your feet or paws. See the green all around you, it's so beautiful, especially in the early morning when the sun shines through and the dewdrops glisten. There are bluebells everywhere in the woods, they're the most lovely flower ever. Arya used to make me collars out of them. She'd slit the stalks and thread the stalk of another through each one, then put it around my neck. Sansa thought it looked so pretty that she started making them for Lady. Rickon made them for Shaggy, Grey Wind, Ghost and Summer. It was really funny to see my brothers wearing collars made of flowers. They seemed to like them, though. We did look quite sweet in them! So if you want to come and play in the woods with me, you are always more than welcome! I'll be grateful for some company! Lots of love, Nymeria xxxx

Love Valentines Day isn't far away, everyone! I hope you all get a message of love from a very special person! And if you don't, remember that I love you! And, of course, lots of direwolf licks and fuzzy hugs from me! Love, Nymeria xxxx ❤

Nice Doggy I padded cautiously out of the woods. I venture into the village. It's the hour of the wolf, the hour of my cousins. I should be safe now more than any time. The sky is as black as the Lannisters hearts. The stars sparkle like Arya's eyes when she laughed. The#moonis as pure and innocent as Sansa is. I slink down the streets, staying alert and my guard is up. A dog snarls at me. It's just a mutt. I stick my muzzle in the air and stalk on. I realise just how much like Lady I must look when I do that. She was the regal, queen like one. Ladylike, which is why she was named Lady. I suppose I've always had that quality, I've just never known I had it, or bothered to use it. I've always been a free spirit. I love rain and snow and mud, rolling down grassy hills and getting my fur stained. "Whas' there?" A man's voice calls. I can't see him, but I can hear that he's drunk. And I hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed. I feel scared, then I remember that I wasn't scared of Prince Joffrey's sword, and I step forward where he can see me. "Ah, it's just a nice doggy!" He laughs. He must be completely ruined. I bare my teeth and snarl. He laughs at me, pointing his sword right at me. Men should know better than to threaten a direwolf. To be fair, no direwolves have been seen for thousands of years, how could anyone know what to do and not do around them? And he thinks I'm a common dog. I advance on him, snarling and snapping. He seems to register that I'm not playing around. He retreats a few metres. "Nice doggy!" He says. "Nice doggy!" This pushes me over the line for some reason. I run at him, I leap and pin him to the ground. He struggles, trying to push me off, which is pointless because I'm much stronger than him. I sink my teeth into his throat and tear. It's over instantly. I leave him lying there. Those dogs will probably eat him when they wake. I walk on. Snow is starting to fall around me, settling on me and melting into my fur. I tilt my head back and let the flakes land on my tongue. The melted snow washes my nose clean of the man's blood. Hopefully the next blood on my tongue will be Cersei Lannister's. Don't get me wrong, I'm not violent, I just want to protect what's left of my family. And getting rid of Cersei will do that. Joffrey's gone, Jaime only has one hand, his sword hand, so he can't defend himself anyway. I break into a run, and I leave the village, back into the familiar surroundings of the woods. I need to hunt. Within seconds, I have caught a deer, and nothing remains of it. I decide to head for Winterfell. There's always a Stark in Winterfell, Lord Eddard used to say. It's my best chance of finding one of the children I loved to play with. Love from, Nymeria