[sansa has been busy sewing woolen cloaks and smallclothes as well as scrouging up enough fur and sheepskin stoles for everyone, when she hasn't been buying and freezing meat for the wolves or delivering cartloads of mushrooms and cheeses to the sanctuary along with the painted turtle clinic and even the roost.

she may have heard of christmas in passing, but she hasn't actually looked into it yet. she wears a black woolen dress thickly embroidered with ravens and feathers, and her braids pinned back into a small bun. lady has a matching collar. the other dogs are likely at the sanctuary under s'mores' supervision.

the direwolf sigil on the tapestry behind her couch has mysteriously acquired antlers this month. sansa peers up from the heavy woolen sewing project in her lap.]

I don't know very much about Christmas. What sort of presents would they like? We should have enough cloaks for all the children, but I don't think we should wait very long to give them their winter things.