[Nymeria bounds up to Bran, nosing up his pant leg and licking at it. Even in the dark, she wants to play.

Meanwhile, an exasperated Arya trails her, not far behind.]

Nymeria, I thought I told you to stay pver there.

[Her voice is sounding closer and closer with every word.]

Nymeria, to me! Bran's having quiet time right now.

[Still, the other direwolf is now attempting to signal that no, even in the dark, this is clearly her scheduled playtime, as she jumps around Summer and Bran.]