She considers the direwolf, so very large and intimidating with his red eyes. Now, she pets him--briefly, soon dropping her hand away to give the creature his space, for she knows not even her dragons enjoy being smothered in attention lest they actively seek it out. But back when she'd first summoned Jon?

"It's much warmer than the North, as well. I can't imagine he's used to the climate?" Wiping her hands, she considers the small space. A mirror image of her own bedroom. It's nearly swallowed by a sea of white fur. "As for feeding him, we've an entire world at our disposal outside."

There must be something the wolf can hunt.

"He's here now. They gave you Ghost for a reason." What would the King in the North require his direwolf for? She can't imagine how such a large animal would blend into any environment they travel to. "We'll figure out how to keep him happy and fed."