[Nymeria's ears pin back at "dog." Arya reaches a hand up to curl it in the scruff on the back of the wolf's neck to steady her.]
She's a direwolf, not a dog. [Wolves and dogs never go together in her mind anymore after the Hound's remarks.] Her name's Nymeria.
[The second part is offered as something like a thanks. Not that she's too concerned if people like Nymeria or not, but it's nice not to have someone flinching at the sight of a five foot wolf.]
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She's a direwolf, not a dog. [Wolves and dogs never go together in her mind anymore after the Hound's remarks.] Her name's Nymeria.
[The second part is offered as something like a thanks. Not that she's too concerned if people like Nymeria or not, but it's nice not to have someone flinching at the sight of a five foot wolf.]