Unsure of the contraption he was sitting it, and alone of his usual companions, Bran was forced to try and figure his way out of his current situation. He had no idea what to do. Then he caught sight of something large and familiar and he managed a smile. It was a direwolf. That meant...Yes. Quickly followed by a Stark.

"Arya!" He called out as she threw her arms around him. He returned the embrace gladly, noting how she'd grown in the years they'd been apart. It was clear who the direwolf was now and he was so glad to see his sister again.