She absentmindedly scratched him under his left ear wondering, with a tinge of regret, if Nymeria would have been able to grow as big as Ghost if she hadn't chased her away. Suddenly, he bolted out of her tent and disappeared into the white landscape. While it hadn't snowed recently, the surroundings were covered by a layer of morning frost. Winter was almost upon them. Arya would have questioned if Ghost had even been here, had her face not been sticky from the direwolf's ministrations. She quickly got ready to travel.