Jon had gone outside to gather firewood. He drops it all when he sees who waits in the house.

Ghost rushes forward with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, circling Grey Wind and nipping at his neck, butting his head against Robb's leg. Jon can only stand there, his mouth agape. He isn't sure what to think. He isn't sure he can think. He moves almost automatically to wordlessly embrace Robb. There are too many things he wants to say, and he doesn't know if he should say any of them.