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It had been a very... confusing few days. When the others had been walking past the lamppost - when they'd been doing their tasks and freeing the prince, Sansa had been sitting back in the camp, talking quietly to the animals, a three-week old wolf pup in her lap. It's mother had died, she had been told by the Dryad who was sitting beside her, that it had run into a bear that had not been a talking animal; and she had been wounded, and with her dying strength had given birth to a litter of pups, and the wolf in Sansa's lap was the only one that had survived. It was too young to speak past tiny, high-pitched squeaks, and even as Sansa had spoken of being able to help, that when they went back to Cair Paravel, she had taken care of Lady since she had been a pup, so she could teach someone--

She blinked, and between one word and the next she went from sitting on the grass under a tree older than she could imagine to sitting on the cold, metal floor of the station. It took a moment for her to realise that, yes, she did still have the wolf in her lap - and, with that, Sansa's life changed. It took her until today to name him - and yes, it was a him, and over the last week and a half they barely left Sansa's quarters, for she was training him, and caring for him-- his whines would wake her up in the night, and she knew that he must miss Narnia just as much as she missed Winterfell.

Today was the first day that they were going to go for a walk - to see how he'd do, before he got so big that Sansa would have problems keeping up with him. "Come on, Star." She tested the name on her tongue, and it sounded right, and it made him perk his ears up. She thought he understood her, perhaps, because when she said Stay close to me he did, even without a lead to tie him to her. "This is your home now - I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

She was busy watching him, not realising until he stopped and she looked up that someone else was coming down the hall. "It's alright! There's other people here." She crouched by the wolf, her fingers stroking his short fur as she glanced back up. "I'm sorry, he's not really seen anybody else here before."

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"I had Lady for a nearly year." She didn't elaborate on what happened after that year. "Robb still had Grey Wind, until they were killed." Together. She stared down at him. "He isn't a normal wolf - his mother spoke, but the Dryad said he was too young." She took a deep breath before she looked back up at Klaus. "We'll be his pack, now. I won't let anyone hurt him."

"Alpha bitch, are you?" Klaus stated, amused at her fierceness, and immediately added, "Not an insult. I'll explain later. Yes, I met speaking wolves down there as well. They were magnificent."

A small, lonely word for everything they were, but the wound was still too raw.

Sansa's brows shot up when he spoke, and then laughed when he assured her that it was no insult. "I had a wolf, Klaus. I know what you meant." She paused, and then-- "I did not meet any wolves besides this one, but I wish that I had." She sighed, and then her brows furrowed. "How do you know so much about him?" The tone of her voice was oddly protective-- in Winterfell, they had hunters threaten them a time or five, or even more, and the last thing she wished to do was put her trust in him if it hurt him.

Well, that was a surprise, for people in such a medieval world as Sansa to know about alphas, betas and omegas. It would even raise an interesting linguistic question, with words so clearly Greek, but Klaus figured it might have been translated into whatever word she knew for it.

"I don't know anything about him yet," Klaus pointed out, looking back down at Star, who had quieted and was simply curled up against Klaus's hand. He pulled it back, to rest both arms on his knees as he remained crouched beside the pup, who stood and looked back and forth between Sansa and Klaus. "But how I know about wolves is... a very long story, fit for another time."

She'd been assuming that he'd meant the bitch part of it-- but the alpha was implied by his tone, and Sansa's brows rose as he said he didn't know anything about Star yet. "You're not going to hurt him," she said, both half a question, and half of a statement. "But I would not stop you from being close to him, if you know that I will be paying attention, so that he's not hurt." She would be viligent, protect him the way she wished she had been. What happened to Lady would not happen to Star, and she'd protect him against those who were here, if need be.

"If I was going to hurt him, I wouldn't have offered my help in case of trouble," Klaus points out, and pushes back up to his feet. She can pay attention all she wants, it's not going to change a thing. "If anybody gives you any trouble about him, too," he specifies, since that had been implied but he wants to make sure she gets it. Nobody's going to hurt that wolf if he has a say in the matter.

She nodded, and then bit her lips together. "Tyrion told me that you spoke to him," she said, pushing herself up to her feet. "Thank you." She is considerably calmer than the last time she'd spoke of it, and oddly seemed older as well. The scar on her hand had healed; it was far from smooth, the edges puckered and angry, the length of it still red, but it was closed. "And I did not mean to offend, I just know that no one is able to be trusted completely, and needed to make my stance clear on the matter. I appreciate your offer for him, Klaus."

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"Has he troubled you since?" Klaus asks, simply, rather than mention the boyscout. He's quite confident that he made his message clear before his appearance, and he is going to be wary of the man, now.

Sansa hesitated, and then her brows furrowed. "He bothers me by his very presence, but there is nothing I can do to help that, what with the station's defenses. He has not touched me." She sighed, nodding once. "So I do appreciate you speaking to him for me."

"He should've got the message," Klaus confirms with a nod, and she can figure out for herself whether that's his way of accepting her not-quite-thanks. And he had not apparently told Sansa about Klaus being what he was; that had been a risk. He crouched back down to give Star a parting nudge of his hand. "Like I said, if anything's the matter with him, come to me."

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