With another glance over his shoulder, he shakes his head. Nothing is wrong. In fact, he hopes --

He opens the door.

Most of the bed is taken up by a huge quantity of white fur. It's a wolf, much larger than any normal wolf, with a half-eaten chicken held steady between its big front paws. It lifts its head when it hears the door open, and then stands and jumps to the floor, momentarily abandoning the chicken. Its eyes glint deep red in the low light.

At the same time, Jon's face breaks into a wide smile, and he crouches near the foot of the bed, arms out.

"Ghost!"

A moment later, the direwolf is licking his face.