Adequately self-effaced and humbled, she offered little more than a bare curtsey before the sound of paws on the mossy twig-strewn ground called Sansa to twist where she stood. Here padded Nymeria, her muzzle still wet -- there must have been a stream where she'd roamed, and she must have drank deep. Sansa envied her for she was just now understanding that the parching sting described by Thranduil was cutting across her tongue.
She knelt and pressed her cheek against Nymeria's neck. The wolf allowed it, and for that she was more than grateful. "Thank you," she whispered to the direwolf. Understanding implicitly that her whistle had not commanded the creature, but had instead been like a question. Nymeria had deigned to answer it.
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Adequately self-effaced and humbled, she offered little more than a bare curtsey before the sound of paws on the mossy twig-strewn ground called Sansa to twist where she stood. Here padded Nymeria, her muzzle still wet -- there must have been a stream where she'd roamed, and she must have drank deep. Sansa envied her for she was just now understanding that the parching sting described by Thranduil was cutting across her tongue.
She knelt and pressed her cheek against Nymeria's neck. The wolf allowed it, and for that she was more than grateful. "Thank you," she whispered to the direwolf. Understanding implicitly that her whistle had not commanded the creature, but had instead been like a question. Nymeria had deigned to answer it.