I've heard that before. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. [Just saying that out loud made tears sting at her eyes worse than before. She blinked them away angrily.] But that isn't true. The lone wolf survives just fine.

[Her father had lied about that. All of her packs had always left her or been taken from her and there she was, the lone wolf, the only one left alive. Maybe he had really thought it true, but it never worked out that way in real life.

Arya's eyes burned. But she refused to let herself cry. She wasn't some stupid mouse hiding in Harrenhal anymore, she was a she-wolf. She-wolves don't cry.]

And my clothes won't get moldy. I can find shelter.