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Who: Robb Stark & you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Around the forests on the new planet!
When: 8th of July!

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[Robb watches the pup like a hawk when it starts to explore the path in front of him. It isn’t Grey Wind, its fur is far too dark for that but its eyes are just as yellow.]

Hold on! [When the pup starts to run, Robb follows instantly, knowing that these woods contain some creatures that can swallow a little creature like that without even chewing.] Do not go too fast!

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[At the least it has the appetite of Grey Wind and Robb cannot help chuckling softly. He has picked up some food at an inn and enjoys it alone while sitting against a tree, knees pulled up while throwing some bits of meat at his new companion.]

Have you seen it? [When someone approaches he looks up and points at the playful little animal.] The tree actually kept its promise. [Maybe sorcery isn’t always that bad...]

[OOC: feel free to bump into a tiny direwolf pup with a free Robb included!]

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[Robb follows a couple of seconds later and the moment he notices Kitty some sort of awkward look appears on his face.]

Ah! My lady... [He nods at her, remembering quite well how he has acted while being drunk.]

[She looks up at Robb and then back down to the pup, addressing the furry one.] Is he with you?

[Robb remains quiet when she starts to talk to the direwolf, his cheeks reddening a little.

She might be mad at him and he really can't blame her.]

[She's going to pet his little head. Yes she is. Pet his little head! The direwolf's not Robb's.] He's cute. [Addressing Robb this time. She already described the king of the north as cute once. No reason to overdo it.]

A..aye.. [Robb nods shortly.] Quite fluffy as well. It still needs to lose its nest hairs. [He vaguely remembers that she called him cute as well, but he doubts if that is his real memory or his drunk memory.]

You're looking better than last time I saw you. [Who is the cutest direwolf? This guy! Okay, she likes animals.]

Is he a gift from the tree?

The last time I was in my cups. I wasn’t myself. I talked nonsense. [Just to get that straight, he was talking utter nonsense.] Aye, he is. It is not Grey Wind, though.

[I thought I could save him.]

Is that considered an apology where you come from? [Looking amused.]

And who is Grey Wind? Similar pup from back home?

No...I... [Robb closes his eyes and sighs deeply.] My behavior has been out of line back then, my lady. I apologize for that. [He had been asking a lot after her teats. But then again, he has been starting to miss Jeyne in a physical way as well.] That is an apology.

My direwolf. [He nods after giving that answer.] This pup is not him.

Apology accepted. [Not one to leave someone on a string.] Thanks.

So what is this little guy's name then?

I was not myself that evening. I acted like a fool.

I have no name yet. [He gazes at the small pup. Grey Wind’s name had come so much easier.] He is not as fast as Grey Wind has been, so it would be folly to refer to that.

You were sad and lonely and fresh out of inhibitions. It's fine. I get it. [But she does appreciate the apology because it was out of line too, so no repeats.]

Guess you'll have to think of what he is instead of what he isn't.

[Despite her forgiveness he is still feels ashamed of his behavior. That he let himself go like that. Gods be good, if his lord father would see him... ]

Yet I should not have allowed myself to let it get that far. I know what sweet reds can do...

[He gazes at the little pup for a moment. The name for Grey Wind was quickly chosen, but this seems to be more difficult.]

He seems more curious. I do not know him very well yet. [Robb had an immediate bond with Grey Wind but this seems to be a little more difficult. As if some sort of connection does not exist.]

Careful. I'll have to tie your hands if you keep beating yourself up. [She's petting the pup. She likes animals and the affection some of them provide.]

Curiosity is a great attribute if you ask me. [She has plenty and since her name is Kitty no one ever misses the opportunity to point it out, but it's definitely not what killed her.]

[Robb knows it is meant as a joke but he barely laughs.] It is not what a king does. Or a Stark, for that matter.

Well, Curious is not much of a name. Every small animal can be considered curious. The world is entirely new to them.

Well, it's what one Stark did. But you can always just not do it again.

You have a point there. Seeker? Scout? But it wasn't your favorite theme either. Maybe name him for someone or something back home?

You have my word. [He nods deeply to assure here that he will never ever do this ever again.] I should control my urges. [And he sucks at it. Like he sucked at it when he met Jeyne in the first place.]

Home is gone. I do not think it would fit. [He had to think forward instead of taking steps back.] I do like the name Seeker.

Seeker is cute.

And sometimes the best way to control them is to indulge them sometimes with single people who are interested and not drunk.

I could call him so. [He nods at her and then at the small pup.] He is curious and I take he has a good nose. [But he is not Grey Wind...still not Grey Wind.]

I should not keep any mistresses. I might be...dead... I do not want to die as someone who left numerous of women with his bastards. [But he wishes he could. If only for one night. Just to blow off steam, to feel a warm touch.] I have been way out of line, my lady.

[After saying that he drags a hand over his face.]

[Wow, learn to love again, dude. Pups and women!]

Okay, well, no, so maybe don't go around getting people pregnant. Just use some kind of birth control for that. ...They don't have that where you're from do they?

Robb, you're fine. I don't even know where the lines are.

I know, I simply should not... [Ah no, not mentioning such matters to Kitty. Not after all that has happened.] They do have that but it is unwise to speak of you about what a man should do with his seed.

[Robb nods at that answer.]

I will stop talking about it then. [And let it go...]

It's definitely one of the more personal conversations. I just wanted you to know there were options. [And they did part ways with him pledging to dream of her "teats" so personal has already happened.]

I like this little guy. [Petting the pup more.]

[Robb presses his lips onto each other for a long time before he speaks again.]

A man should spill his seed on a woman’s stomach instead of inside of her. Then it will not take root inside her belly. That is what I meant.

[The pup yips happily when he gets petted by Kitty.]

Grey Wind has been less kind to strangers. [Somewhat of a melancholic smile forms itself around his lips.] When meeting one of my most loyal men for the first time he bit off his fingers.

[Oh, the conversations they have. She is amused and somewhat appreciative of the frankness though.]

I know this might surprise you, but that's not the most efficient plan available to you here. [What with accidents and pre-cum being a thing.] I'm also not sad to keep all my fingers even if you sound nostalgic about it.

[He never really discusses things like this with others. Yet, modern times seem more open about such things.]

I think it is the best plan there is. I do not like these modern ways of... [He makes a gesture with his hands.] ...I heard men pull some sort of thing over their...cocks to keep the seed out. [You simply wouldn’t feel anything that way and Robb is quite fond of that part, to be honest.]

I do not think Grey Wind would bite your fingers off. He would sniff them, that is for sure. [He shakes his head.] He would not harm my friend.

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