The one on top of his head, however, seemed to be the most willful of them all and refused to move, even flapping his wings in protest. He shrugged and patted Ghost one last time before sending him away. Covered in squawking hatchlings, the Direwolf happily trotted towards his solar, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the courtyard. Everything of any value to him would be there. and one direwolf, two young dragons, and a female knight of questionable quality and loyalty weren't nearly enough defence in his head.