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The pup comes back around front, keeping a wary eye on Tyrion. When Tyrion reaches out to pet him, Ghost bares his fangs in a silent snarl. Tyrion hesitates.
JON
Sit, Ghost.
(Ghost sits; to Ghost)
Hold.
(to Tyrion) You can touch him now. He won’t move. I’ve been training him.
Tyrion kneels and ruffles the white fur between Ghost’s ears.
TYRION Nice wolf. Niiiiice wolf.
JON He’s not. If I wasn’t here, he’d have your throat out.
Tyrion cocks his head and looks Jon over, possibly impressed by the boy’s bravado. Ghost is still far too small to tear out anyone’s throat.
TYRION In that case, you’d best stay close.
He stands and looks up at Jon.
TYRION I am Tyrion Lannister.
JON I know who you are.
TYRION You’re Ned Stark’s bastard, aren’t you?
Jon presses his lips together and says nothing.
TYRION Did I offend you? Sorry. (beat) You are the bastard, though.
JON Lord Eddard Stark is my father.
Tyrion steps in closer and examines Jon’s face.
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