Game of Thrones, Season 1

[Walking down a path near the riverbank, they find the body of a full-grown female direwolf with five direwolf pups huddling close to her]

Theon Greyjoy:
It's a freak!

Ned Stark:
It's a direwolf. Tough old beast.

Robb Stark:
There are no direwolves south of the Wall.

Jon Snow:
Now there are five. You want to hold it?

[Bran takes the pup immediately and wraps it in his cloak.]

Bran Stark:
Where will they go?

Rodrik Cassel:
They don't belong down here.

Ned Stark:
Better a quick death. They won't last without their mother.

[Theon draws his dagger and grabs the pup from Bran.]

Theon Greyjoy:
Right, give it here!

Bran Stark:
No!

Robb Stark:
Put away your blade!

Theon Greyjoy:
I take orders from your father, not you.

Bran Stark:
Please, Father!

Ned Stark:
I'm sorry, Bran.

Jon Snow:
Lord Stark? There are five pups, one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them.

Ned Stark:
You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves.

Bran Stark:
What about you?

Jon Snow:
I'm not a Stark. Get on.

[He notices something at the base of a tree and heads towards it.]

Robb Stark:
What is it?

[Jon straightens up, holding a sixth direwolf pup, an albino.]

Theon Greyjoy:
Ah, the runt of the litter! That one's yours, Snow.