Benjen is just prowling around the docks once he spots a dog nearby. Upon first glance, Benjen had thought the creature to be nothing more than a mere hound but once it approached, he realized just how wrong he was. "A direwolf?" His eyes lit up in surprise as the creature sniffs him. He leans down and reaches out to it before it could turn away. That thick shaggy coat reminds him so much of Ghost minus the obvious color difference.

A smile lingers upon his lips briefly until he sees the boy. Bound to a chair with metal wheels, the boy rolls over towards him with such a tentative smile upon his face. It doesn't take Benjen long to recognize the youth but once he does, a strange sense of elation washes over him.

"Bran." He whispers as he knelt down before his nephew. "Yes, you're quite astute for someone so young. You figured me out long before I could utter an answer." Benjen takes a moment to pull back the hood of his cloak and all the dark scarves obscuring his face but once he does, Bran is rewarded with the sight of his uncle despite the slight scars upon his face and the odd chill that clings to his skin.

"You're looking well, Bran."