Bran is warged into Summer, and the Direwolf climbs up a hill to survey his domain.
Bran/Summer: Hell yeah, King of the Mountain. Prince of the Green. Duke of New York. A-Number-One.
He looks down below and sees a wolfpack below. It makes him think of his brothers and sisters.
Bran/Summer: I miss them. They're all gone now. Shaggydog left with Rickon. Grey Wind with Robb. Ghost with Jon. Nymeria went with Arya, but I can sense they they were separated. And Lady... why... I can't feel Lady at all anymore. Like she's gone.
Bran/Summer then smells that the other wolves have made a kill.
Bran/Summer: Mmm! HELL YEAH! DEAD ANIMAL! I'm there!
He runs down to eat some of the deer flesh, but the leader of the wolves who killed the deer is having none of that.
Alpha Wolf: NO WAY, stupid direwolf. We killed this. It's mine!
Bran/Summer: Yeah, well. I'm bigger than you. So now it's mine.
Alpha Wolf: Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.
And so the two fight. And fight. And fight. Finally, Bran/Summer wins and the Alpha submits by exposing its belly.
Bran/Summer: Yeah, that's right! I'm the Alpha now!
Bran starts to tear into the deer flesh when--
*SHAKE*SHAKE*SHAKE*
Bran: AGHHH!
Hodor: Brandon, please awaken from your protracted slumber! Why, I do say! You had magically transported your own consciousness and taken up tenement in the body of your Canis dirus again.
Bran: Huh? What? Canis dirus?
Hodor: Oh, it's Latin for "Direwolf."
Bran: What the hell is Latin?
Hodor: *shrugs*
Bran: I'm so pissed off at you, Hodor! I was eating that delicious deer! It was so good. Raw and bloody. Just how I like it! How many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up?
Meera: Bitch, you've been out for days again. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
Bran: Where am I?
Meera: In some old ruins of a tower that I found to hide us.
Bran: Wow. I must have been out for a bit.
Jojen: Yeah, man. Like, totally for days, man. I went through all my stash of reefer while you were gone.
Meera: But you usually do that in about a day or so anyway.
Jojen: I guess. So Bran, did you remember to mark the trees like I told you?
Bran: What?
Jojen: Before you went into the wolf zone. I told you to pee on a bunch of trees.
Bran: Oh yeah. You did tell me to do that. But when I was a wolf I forgot. Quite frankly, I don't care about any of that stupid human shit when I'm a wolf.
Jojen: Duuuuuude. When you are in the wolf you must remember yourself. Or else the wolf will, like, consume you, man.
Bran: Well, I am just nine years old. So don't be too hard on me.
Meera: Anyway, I got you some food. Now eat it, because that hypothetical deer flesh that Summer is eating won't fill your belly. And even if it could... I mean... that's like raw deer meat. You'd probably get all kinds of worms and shit.
Jojen: Well, like, hurry up and eat everyone. We need to move on from here. It's not safe.
Meera: What do you mean that it's not safe? When you smoked the last of your weed... did you have another one of your green dreams? Did you see a vision of us being killed here?
Jojen: Not exactly. But this is not where we are supposed to be. When I get high... the voices tell me to go North!
Bran: Whatever. We're safe. Bran and his armies will come north to protect us.
Jojen: Your Maester didn't think so. At least before Osha mercy killed him.
Bran: Wait... what? I thought she was getting him water!
Meera: Look Jojen, I know you want to go north to find the Three-Eyed Crow. But that's a really, really long way.
Bran: Right. Maybe we could go to the Umbers instead. Or Lord Manderly.
Meera: Ugh. And hear about more Eel Pies? God no. Why would you want to do that?
Jojen: Bran, you're, like, a powerful cat, yo. You need a teacher. Like when the Beatles went to India to take their advanced Transcendental Meditation training course at the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.
Bran: You're just saying that because you know the Beatles had a bunch of weed when they did that.
Jojen: It was 1968. Everybody had a bunch of weed.
Bran: Why do I need stupid hippy training anyway?
Jojen: Because, like, your third eye is open now, Bran. Your anja. Your sixth primary chakra.
Bran: Give me a break. Third eyes aren't a real thing.
Hodor: Why sure they are, Brandon! You can find them on tuatara of New Zealand, most lizards, frogs, salamanders, a diverse array of species of bony fish, sharks, and lampreys
Bran: Oh right. And on that crow that keeps bothering me in my dreams. Anyway, I don't need to go beyond the Wall to meet that crow to teach me. And I don't need to go to India either. You can just teach me, Jojen. You seem to know about this shit.
Jojen: Not really. I may be a greenseer. But I'm not a warg. You're going to need a warg to help you. You need to be able to walk in the foot of any animal. You need to be able to look through the eyes of a weirwood tree.
Bran: Any animal? Wait. Do humans count as animals? Could I warg into a human?
Jojen: I guess.
Bran: Like... could I warg into some girl in the girl's lockeroom at gym and watch Meera get naked?
Meera: You are so fucking nasty, Bran. I'm right here.
Bran: Oh right. I jump out of my body and talk to voices so much, I sort of forget when I'm talking to people that can hear me versus just talking in my head.
Jojen: My point is, like, I can't teach you what I don't know, Bran. So if you want to learn the ways of the Three Eyed Crow, then you need to go to him.
Meera: The choice is yours, Bran. You're the Prince of Winterfell here. We can stay here in the ruined tower and try to wait out the war. We can try to find some of your brother's allies like the Umbers or Manderlys. Or we can go north.
Bran thinks about it.
Bran: Well, in every direction I go I'm a cripple. Except that Crow tells me that I could fly one day. So maybe we should go to the crow and I can learn to fly. So let's do that.
Meera: Sure thing, Bran.
Bran: Plus that's the way that might teach me the power to see you naked in a locker room.
Meera: YOU'RE TALKING OUT LOUD AGAIN.
Bran/Summer: Hell yeah, King of the Mountain. Prince of the Green. Duke of New York. A-Number-One.
He looks down below and sees a wolfpack below. It makes him think of his brothers and sisters.
Bran/Summer: I miss them. They're all gone now. Shaggydog left with Rickon. Grey Wind with Robb. Ghost with Jon. Nymeria went with Arya, but I can sense they they were separated. And Lady... why... I can't feel Lady at all anymore. Like she's gone.
Bran/Summer then smells that the other wolves have made a kill.
Bran/Summer: Mmm! HELL YEAH! DEAD ANIMAL! I'm there!
He runs down to eat some of the deer flesh, but the leader of the wolves who killed the deer is having none of that.
Alpha Wolf: NO WAY, stupid direwolf. We killed this. It's mine!
Bran/Summer: Yeah, well. I'm bigger than you. So now it's mine.
Alpha Wolf: Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.
And so the two fight. And fight. And fight. Finally, Bran/Summer wins and the Alpha submits by exposing its belly.
Bran/Summer: Yeah, that's right! I'm the Alpha now!
Bran starts to tear into the deer flesh when--
*SHAKE*SHAKE*SHAKE*
Bran: AGHHH!
Hodor: Brandon, please awaken from your protracted slumber! Why, I do say! You had magically transported your own consciousness and taken up tenement in the body of your Canis dirus again.
Bran: Huh? What? Canis dirus?
Hodor: Oh, it's Latin for "Direwolf."
Bran: What the hell is Latin?
Hodor: *shrugs*
Bran: I'm so pissed off at you, Hodor! I was eating that delicious deer! It was so good. Raw and bloody. Just how I like it! How many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up?
Meera: Bitch, you've been out for days again. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
Bran: Where am I?
Meera: In some old ruins of a tower that I found to hide us.
Bran: Wow. I must have been out for a bit.
Jojen: Yeah, man. Like, totally for days, man. I went through all my stash of reefer while you were gone.
Meera: But you usually do that in about a day or so anyway.
Jojen: I guess. So Bran, did you remember to mark the trees like I told you?
Bran: What?
Jojen: Before you went into the wolf zone. I told you to pee on a bunch of trees.
Bran: Oh yeah. You did tell me to do that. But when I was a wolf I forgot. Quite frankly, I don't care about any of that stupid human shit when I'm a wolf.
Jojen: Duuuuuude. When you are in the wolf you must remember yourself. Or else the wolf will, like, consume you, man.
Bran: Well, I am just nine years old. So don't be too hard on me.
Meera: Anyway, I got you some food. Now eat it, because that hypothetical deer flesh that Summer is eating won't fill your belly. And even if it could... I mean... that's like raw deer meat. You'd probably get all kinds of worms and shit.
Jojen: Well, like, hurry up and eat everyone. We need to move on from here. It's not safe.
Meera: What do you mean that it's not safe? When you smoked the last of your weed... did you have another one of your green dreams? Did you see a vision of us being killed here?
Jojen: Not exactly. But this is not where we are supposed to be. When I get high... the voices tell me to go North!
Bran: Whatever. We're safe. Bran and his armies will come north to protect us.
Jojen: Your Maester didn't think so. At least before Osha mercy killed him.
Bran: Wait... what? I thought she was getting him water!
Meera: Look Jojen, I know you want to go north to find the Three-Eyed Crow. But that's a really, really long way.
Bran: Right. Maybe we could go to the Umbers instead. Or Lord Manderly.
Meera: Ugh. And hear about more Eel Pies? God no. Why would you want to do that?
Jojen: Bran, you're, like, a powerful cat, yo. You need a teacher. Like when the Beatles went to India to take their advanced Transcendental Meditation training course at the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.
Bran: You're just saying that because you know the Beatles had a bunch of weed when they did that.
Jojen: It was 1968. Everybody had a bunch of weed.
Bran: Why do I need stupid hippy training anyway?
Jojen: Because, like, your third eye is open now, Bran. Your anja. Your sixth primary chakra.
Bran: Give me a break. Third eyes aren't a real thing.
Hodor: Why sure they are, Brandon! You can find them on tuatara of New Zealand, most lizards, frogs, salamanders, a diverse array of species of bony fish, sharks, and lampreys
Bran: Oh right. And on that crow that keeps bothering me in my dreams. Anyway, I don't need to go beyond the Wall to meet that crow to teach me. And I don't need to go to India either. You can just teach me, Jojen. You seem to know about this shit.
Jojen: Not really. I may be a greenseer. But I'm not a warg. You're going to need a warg to help you. You need to be able to walk in the foot of any animal. You need to be able to look through the eyes of a weirwood tree.
Bran: Any animal? Wait. Do humans count as animals? Could I warg into a human?
Jojen: I guess.
Bran: Like... could I warg into some girl in the girl's lockeroom at gym and watch Meera get naked?
Meera: You are so fucking nasty, Bran. I'm right here.
Bran: Oh right. I jump out of my body and talk to voices so much, I sort of forget when I'm talking to people that can hear me versus just talking in my head.
Jojen: My point is, like, I can't teach you what I don't know, Bran. So if you want to learn the ways of the Three Eyed Crow, then you need to go to him.
Meera: The choice is yours, Bran. You're the Prince of Winterfell here. We can stay here in the ruined tower and try to wait out the war. We can try to find some of your brother's allies like the Umbers or Manderlys. Or we can go north.
Bran thinks about it.
Bran: Well, in every direction I go I'm a cripple. Except that Crow tells me that I could fly one day. So maybe we should go to the crow and I can learn to fly. So let's do that.
Meera: Sure thing, Bran.
Bran: Plus that's the way that might teach me the power to see you naked in a locker room.
Meera: YOU'RE TALKING OUT LOUD AGAIN.
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