[He'd never exactly denied it at the Wall, not outright, but he'd only been accused of it there instead of asked. He can't much tell whether it's Ghost or him that makes his stomach go all to flutters, and he thinks briefly of Stannis' warning: of beautiful women, and not trusting them. But oh, what does Stannis know, anyway?]
Not common, no. [It was something that the Wildlings could do, though, and just some cradle tale that Old Nan might tell to spook children in their beds in the North. Just another piece of Jon that painted him a traitor to the Watch, made him seem half a Wildling himself to his men, so he'd always tried to pretend it wasn't there. He'd no more acknowledged it than denied it, scarcely in his own head and certainly not aloud. But then it'd saved his father's life (if not his ear), and his little sister's life, and Gendry's too, so he'd stopped fighting it so much. He'd still not said a word to anyone but the fairies he'd asked for his boon, though.] Some men, though-- skinchangers, they're called... wargs, when it's a wolf. [He halts, almost unsure of how to go on.]
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Not common, no. [It was something that the Wildlings could do, though, and just some cradle tale that Old Nan might tell to spook children in their beds in the North. Just another piece of Jon that painted him a traitor to the Watch, made him seem half a Wildling himself to his men, so he'd always tried to pretend it wasn't there. He'd no more acknowledged it than denied it, scarcely in his own head and certainly not aloud. But then it'd saved his father's life (if not his ear), and his little sister's life, and Gendry's too, so he'd stopped fighting it so much. He'd still not said a word to anyone but the fairies he'd asked for his boon, though.] Some men, though-- skinchangers, they're called... wargs, when it's a wolf. [He halts, almost unsure of how to go on.]