That's the wildlings, I'm not-- [Jon would protest further, but then she began to pet Ghost's muzzle and his big white tail starts really going, wagging back and forth and cracking Jon in the knees each time it sweeps past. He gives his direwolf a scandalized look after he has to shift out of the way. When he talks again, he addresses Ghost too:] Oh really. That's all it takes? [Granted, at this point that's pretty much all it would take for Jon, too...]
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