Lyanna listens intently to the rider’s story, making careful note. Something will need to be done about the creatures. The boar, at least. The others might come later. But they need to find the boar. Which means a hunt.

Her brother looks at her and she knows what he’s thinking. She’s already nodding, though, leaning forward. “We can help,” she tells him. “My brother and myself.” Spoken with confidence in the both of them; Ned doesn’t know. Doesn’t know that she had been the Knight of the Laughing Tree at the tourney in Harrenhal. She hasn’t been on many hunts, but she can fight. And she can ride.

And she’ll be with Ned. Two Starks are a force unto themselves.