She would not disappoint him further -- nor invite his jeers -- by telling him she felt very little wolfish about herself these past long two years. No one called her a wolf, not like they did her sister. Not like they did Robb: the Young Wolf. No, she was ever just a little bird. She willed herself to be a bird now so she might take wing and fly away. Away from danger and away from unhappy knights.

Sansa wrapped her cloak around her body. She was glad for it. "I'm not convinced that dragons can be trusted to take to obedience any more than wolves can, Ser Gendry."