By the end of it all, her jeans are soaked through and there isn’t an inch of the floor that wasn’t covered in water. She tosses aside the mat that’s well beyond saving. deciding that she’d make Robb pay for a new one. Grey Wind hops about in the tub and suddenly she’s blinded by a spray of water as he shakes out his fur, only to get it sopping again. Honestly, she thinks. This was the opposite of what she expected. Aren’t animals usually so distraught to have a wash? Granted, she’s only ever grown up with cats. Even so…

The sound of the door startles her, and she groans. He wasn’t to be home for another hour. Now there’s no hiding this from him. Gwen’s wondering if perhaps the cupboard under the sink might be able to fit her when she hears his throaty laughter. She only humors him by sticking her tongue out at him, trying to keep Grey Wind from eagerly leaving the tub to greet Robb. 

And then she sees the mobile he tugs out of his trousers. “NO!” she’s shrieking as she launches toward him, Grey Wind in tow.