The dead stag and direwolf
Scene shifts to a dead stag’s head. The Winterfell men gather on the bridge They see a ravaged deer before them. The stag’s entrails are spilled out.
JON: What is it?
THEON: Mountain lion?
NED: There are no mountain lions in these woods.
With swords out, they begin to search. They walk a little further where NED finds a dead direwolf with antlers through her throat. Her pups are whimpering around her.
THEON: It’s a freak.
NED: It’s a direwolf.
NED and CASSEL glance at each other.
NED: Tough old beast.
He pulls out the stag’s antlers still caught in the direwolf’s throat.
Discovery of the direwolf pups
ROBB: There are no direwolves south of the Wall.
JON: Now there are five.
Jon picks up a pup and offers it to BRAN.
JON: You want to hold it?
BRAN: Where will they go? Their mother’s dead.
RODRICK CASSEL: They don’t belong down here.
NED: Better a quick death. They won’t last without their mother.
As soon as Ned begins to say this, Theon unsheathes his sword and walks over to where one of the pups is, and reaches for it.
THEON: Right. Give it here.
ROBB (disgustedly to THEON): Put away your blade.
THEON: I take orders from your father, not you.
BRAN: Please, father!
NED: I’m sorry, Bran.
JON: Lord Stark? There are five pups. One for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them.
Everyone looks at NED, BRAN with great hope.
NED: You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves. And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.
BRAN cradles his pup as JON hands more pups to ROBB.
BRAN (to JON): What about you?
JON: I’m not a Stark. Get on.
JON walks away, pauses, and hears another whimper.
ROBB: What is it?
JON pulls up a white wolf pup.
THEON: The runt of the litter. That one’s yours, Snow.