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[lonewolflives]

Her new clothes, along with the scabbard Jon had made her, made climbing up the tree a lot easier, although the fact she'd carefully chosen this tree also had something to do with that

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[_kinginthenorth]

A man, and a wolf. That should narrow down the possibilities somewhat. For once it is Robb who appears before Grey Wind, so lost in thought that he doesn't notice, at first, Arya and Needle balancing in the tree. His sword hangs at his belt, and Grey Wind's ears are perked forward, nose low to the ground.

He isn't so easily distracted, though, and when he scents Arya he dashes for the base of her tree, whining. "Yes, all right," Robb says, and looks up at her. "Arya."

[lonewolflives]

She lowered Needle to rest on the branch, and looked down at Robb, swaying slightly. It was a little odd; it wasn't often she saw Robb from above. Usually she had to look up at him.

"Hello, Robb," she said, "Hello, Grey Wind."

[_kinginthenorth]

A change of perspective is seldom a bad thing. Robb tilts his head, at the angle Grey Wind normally does when he is intent on something, though he's not likely to recognise the similarity. "Don't let me stop you. Do you fight people often in trees?"

[lonewolflives]

She glared at him. A cheerful sort of glare. "Not often, but you never know when you might have to." She sheathed Needle, then bent double and lifted her feet into the air, balancing on her hands. "It's good for my balance," she said, toes pointing at the sky.

Showing off? Arya? Never.