"We might as well make camp. If my journey back home is going to take longer than the journey here, I'll need the rest."

If this man were going to hurt her, he would have already had plenty of opportunities and it was clear that he is something other than a man and likely more than capable of doing it. Perhaps she is a fool for trusting him - all men are poison and lies - but the little fox is far more convincing. He reminds her of Ghost, pure white as snow, and she feels safe with him around.

"My brother's direwolf is white as snow like your Rue here. They fight as one on the battlefield. It is almost as if they know what the other is thinking. I've never seen anything like it, truly, but this little fox reminds me of Ghost in some way."

Perhaps that is what he means by familiar. Sansa never had a relationship with Lady quite like that even if she felt her loss keenly but perhaps she would have been able to have one if Lady had lived. If only! So much of her life is full of ifs and what could bes.

"Am I the first person you've ever found lost in your woods before?"