Linn, pushed by the Guards, also stopped.
He looked up, following Jon's gaze forward.
In the snow not far away, lay a huge black shadow.
It was the corpse of a wild beast.
Its size far exceeded that of an ordinary wolf, almost as large as a pony.
Its dark grey fur was covered in congealed black blood, and a broken deer antler was deeply impaled in its throat.
A fatal wound.
"We actually found a Direwolf!"
Robb Stark's voice was filled with shock.
Ned also turned sharply to look at Linn.
He quickly dismounted and went to examine the wolf's corpse.