[He frowns--though more for what she implies of Bran than her idle command to Summer.]

I'm not being a baby. And he didn't run away. Whatever he saw, he wanted to catch. He would have come back. But he won't do it again.

[Summer cocks his head a little, his eyes half-shut, enjoying the scratching. Bran reaches to scratch at the side of his direwolf's face, thoughtfully.]

I wonder what it was that he saw. There was no scent to it.