As they approached the gate, they were joined by Ghost. Their horses seemed terrified by him, but they managed to rein them in. The direwolf was covered in blood and mud. Sansa would not have believed that the quiet and loveable Ghost that loved her neck rubs would be so vicious and dangerous. But she had seen first-hand the direwolf viciously crush armoured limbs with his bite, drag grown men by the legs effortlessly, and end many lives by ripping out throats.