This is really not good.
It's as though he's hovering above the hall, a raven instead of a wolf. There are too many corpses, too many of them wearing Stark or Tully or Umber colors - loyal colors. But two things catch his eye.
A pair of men shove a naked body already half rotting into the river and he recognizes the long auburn hair even for the bloodless gash that divides her throat. But even as the cry fights to escape, the wings drag him away down the hall, where The Late Lord Frey sits, muttering his hideous heh heh heh and there they are beside him, Black Walder and Luthor Frey and Roose Bolton standing back with his queer cold eyes, cleaning his sword. His body has been propped up on a chair, and only as they stand back does he realize fully what they've done. "The King in the North," someone jeers, he suspects, Black Walder, and another takes up the cry. "The honorable King in the North! The Young Wolf!"
He wakes with a scream, gagging, and Grey Wind snarling at shadows, furious.
Moments later finds the pair outside in the dark, in the snow, Robb hacking viciously at one of the practice dummies, furious and disgusted and muttering his own litany of names. "Raymund Frey. Walder Frey. Roose Bolton. Lothor Frey. Walder Frey. Tywin Lannister. Cersei Lannister. Jaime Lannister. Joffrey Lannister. Tyrion Lannister."
A pair of men shove a naked body already half rotting into the river and he recognizes the long auburn hair even for the bloodless gash that divides her throat. But even as the cry fights to escape, the wings drag him away down the hall, where The Late Lord Frey sits, muttering his hideous heh heh heh and there they are beside him, Black Walder and Luthor Frey and Roose Bolton standing back with his queer cold eyes, cleaning his sword. His body has been propped up on a chair, and only as they stand back does he realize fully what they've done. "The King in the North," someone jeers, he suspects, Black Walder, and another takes up the cry. "The honorable King in the North! The Young Wolf!"
He wakes with a scream, gagging, and Grey Wind snarling at shadows, furious.
Moments later finds the pair outside in the dark, in the snow, Robb hacking viciously at one of the practice dummies, furious and disgusted and muttering his own litany of names. "Raymund Frey. Walder Frey. Roose Bolton. Lothor Frey. Walder Frey. Tywin Lannister. Cersei Lannister. Jaime Lannister. Joffrey Lannister. Tyrion Lannister."