In he moment, he realized it was a stupid thing to say. Perhaps he had wanted to frighten her. She seemed so put together that he'd wondered if she even understood how bad things were. Maybe she did now, in which case, it was for the better. But he disliked feeling guilty for it. He kicked at the ground and stared at the horizon, hoping to spot the wolf come running. But wolves were not like dogs that came running with their tongues dragging in hope for attention. It was a beast they shared their company with. It would do what it wanted.

"We've got our own wolf, though. And you Starks seem half-wolf. So it's not wolves we'll need worry about." He said it all as a kind of reassurance to her, but leaving the possibility open of other dangers. "I just wish I'd talked to that big, bloody dragon like I told Stiles I would."