My name is Cat. [ A Cat who sailed into Braavos on a ship called Nymeria.
As if sensing she is being called, Nymeria comes to her. She runs her hand through the wolf's scruff, trying to ignore Bran's grip on her arm. The fur, once kept clean and shiny, clumps together from mud and dirt. Around her muzzle, it has a russet tinge. ]
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As if sensing she is being called, Nymeria comes to her. She runs her hand through the wolf's scruff, trying to ignore Bran's grip on her arm. The fur, once kept clean and shiny, clumps together from mud and dirt. Around her muzzle, it has a russet tinge. ]
I'm not a wolf. [ To Nymeria: ] You need a bath.