"Every wolf is special," Klaus said, and finally looked up at her, letting the pup play with his hand. There was a bit of fangs, but not enough to pierce skin, just play. "I never raised one, if that's what you're asking, but I know about wolves. I know you'll have to take him down each time we dock somewhere, because he won't like it here. And I know he'll long for pack. We'll have to make sure he has a substitute for that."

We, because Klaus was part of that substitute, even if Sansa wasn't aware of it.