„When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk and nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her. She would perch on my shoulder and flutter from room to room after me and take food from my hand, but she would not soar.
Time and time again I would take her hawking, but she never flew higher than the treetops.
Robert called her Weakwing. He owned a gyrfalcon named Thunderclap who never missed her strike. One day our great-uncle Ser Harbert told me to try a different bird. I was making a fool of myself with Proudwing, he said, and he was right…“
Here have young Stannis with Proudwing. And also Stannis being more comfortable around animals than other humans bc that just really fits.
(Not me again with an amazing and complex background)