"Yes, It's Nymeria. Come, give her your hand," her sister urged with a smile, and Sansa hesitantly brought her arm to the direwolf's nose. Nymeria carefully leaned in and took in her scent with her wet nose. For a short moment, Sansa thought her hand would be bitten by the razor-sharp teeth, but the direwolf started licking her palm. It tickled, and she couldn't help but burst out in quiet giggles.