Trying to forget what she had just said, Sansa focused her attention on Ghost, who had trotted next to her and gently nudged her with his head. She happily scratched his neck and noticed that not only was his fur softer and had a silky feeling, but he was somewhat bigger than before. But still, he was the same softie. Before, Ghost was still slightly shorter than her, and now, he was a few inches higher. Truthfully, she had never seen an adult direwolf and wouldn't know how big they could grow, but Sansa felt that Ghost was larger than an ordinary direwolf. If only her stupidity didn't kill Lady, maybe she would still have her own companion. It was a great irony that out of all the Stark children, only her half-brother still had his direwolf.