"They're my family sigil, the Direwolf." And it was still something that Sansa was proud of. The Wolves survived. The Lions died, but the Wolves survived. "My father found one for each of us." It felt like a lifetime ago, and in some ways it was. Given how much had changed. "I am Sansa. Probably, I didn't go to the bunker until things seemed to get very bad."
After all, Sansa's skill in battles appeared to be hiding.