Hushed Willows stuck on a chain

Unbeknownst to Stark, Zara was cut from a similar cloth. She couldn't see the merit in putting faith in the world beyond their limited understanding. Be it devoting oneself to the Divine, or subjecting the consequences of life to the hand of Fate—the only thing that was truly concrete was the world as it was, not how it could be, or how it had been.

It was because of this she honed in on his words, and the fact he was even considering giving her a place among them. The little dark she-wolf did not possess the greater knowledge that Stark had undergone some great struggles as of late and, indeed, the pack on a whole had as well. But he gave her hope, and that was enough to ignite a fire in her bones. 

"Zara Dra'Raeoan, sir," she breathed, thumping her tail a few times against the dirt. "and I'll d-do anything you ask of me. I can hunt, I can c-collect, and I can learn."