"You say that, having never witnessed just how irritating he can get when provoked. I wouldn't blame her if she tried," Claire replied in turn, wrinkling her nose in distaste as Mr. Muggles tried to shake off all of the ashen slush, yapping away and hobbling around on shivering paws. Sighing, Claire bent down and patted her thigh for the dog, who eagerly leapt into the blonde's arms and grinned at the wolf from where he was nestled safely a few feet up. "But I am fond of the fuzzball, so I'd definitely prefer that she didn't. Just for the record."

Grinning, her gaze moved from Arya to the wolf, then back again. "You know, you've mentioned wolves before, but I didn't realize that she'd be so big," Claire marveled, shaking her head. "Have the two of you already scoured the city, top to bottom?"