She gazed at Ghost. “May I touch your … wolf?”The thought made Jon uneasy. &ldquo

She gazed at Ghost. “May I touch your … wolf?”

The thought made Jon uneasy. “Best not.”

“He will not harm me. You call him Ghost, yes?”

“Yes, but …”

“Ghost.” Melisandre made the word a song.

The direwolf padded toward her.

Jon VI, A Dance with Dragons (requested by @tairin)