"My brothers can...I'm not sure how to describe it. We call it warging, in Westeros. They can put their minds into the bodies of their wolves and see what they see, experience what they experience. I cannot do it," Sansa confesses.

"I know it must be different than being able to change to a wolf, yes, but I am not unfamiliar with being bonded with an animal - especially a wolf."

Sansa continues to work on her box, trying to make it as lovely as possible for the newborn that will be using it. She has never been given the opportunity to think much on children of late, only that she must have them someday, and that's in the distant future. "I'm not sure I've explained it very well."