"I know where we could go", Arya said. She still had one brother left. Jon will want me, even if noone else does. He’ll call me “little sister” and muss my hair. It was a long way, though, and she didn’t think she could get there by herself. She hadn’t even been able to reach Riverrun. “We could go to the wall.”
Sandor’s laugh was a growl. “The little wolf bitch wants to join the Night’s watch, does she?
"My brother is on the wall," she said stubbornly.
Who doesn’t love Jon Snow, Robb Stark, Ned Stark meta? No one? Okay good.
“I had a direwolf, Ghost. I left him when I climbed the Wall near Greyguard, and have not seen him since. Qhorin Halfhand commanded me to join the wildlings. He knew they would make me kill him to prove myself, and told me to do whatever they asked of me. The woman was named Ygritte. I broke my vows with her, but I swear to you on my father’s name that I never turned my cloak.” x