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The drawbridge of Riverrun lowered with the grinding groan of rusted iron chains. I watched from a limestone outcropping a quarter-mile away, the morning wind pulling the thick smoke of the ruined Lannister siege engines across the Tumblestone river.
Nymeria sat on her haunches beside me, her...
The Riverlands mud clung to my paws as I stood on a high ridge, watching the Northern host march through the valley below. I tracked the long columns of infantry and the glint of Robb's cavalry pushing through the dense morning fog. Once I mapped their pace and direction, I turned away from the...
walked into the deep woods until the noise of the camp faded completely. Finding a dry hollow beneath a massive pine, I laid down. A soft rumble rattled through my chest as I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion sink in.
A chime echoed in my head.
[Level 40 Reached. Major Milestone...
The trek back through the Whispering Woods was long and the only sound, the drag of Jaime Lannister's boots against the damp earth. The Kingslayer was no longer screaming. He had entered a stage of shock that made him talkative, his voice a thin, reedy rasp that cut through the silence of the...
The Whispering Wood lived up to its name. The fog was so creepy, it muffled the sound of the nearby stream and the distant noise of the Lannister camp. I moved through the brush like a predator, my paws finding the softest patches of moss to kill the sound of my presence.
I wasn't supposed to...
The smoke from the Twins rose in columns; even after night turned day. The smell of charred stone and burnt bodies drifted miles.
Ned pulled his horse to a halt on the ridge. Behind him, Robb, Catelyn, and a dozen Northern lords slowed their pace, the thud of hooves replaced by a stunned...
The Twins stood over the Green Fork like two ugly stone stumps. I watched them from a rise half a mile away. Arya sat beside me in the tall grass, her fingers working through the thick fur behind my ears. Grey Wind lay a few yards off, chewing lazily on a stray branch, but his ears flicked...
The silence in the camp was high. Thousands of eyes tracked my every movement as I stood near the command tent, the steam still rising in thin, wispy curls from my blackened fur. The Northerners didn't move. They stood with their hands on their spear shafts, their knuckles white, watching the...
The morning light was thin and grey, barely reaching the back of the limestone cave. Ned sat leaning on the far wall, his face pale and slick with a cold sweat that hadn't quite broken. Beside him, Arya sat with her knees pulled to her chest.
And I stood at the entrance, my nose twitching. The...
Ned's breathing was the only thing filling the cave. It was clearer now, lacking the wet rattle from his time in the dungeons. Still the fever had peaked and left him exhausted. So I stayed close, letting the heat from my chest keep the damp chill of the God's Eye from seeping into his bones...
The gallop eventually slowed as the Kingsroad faded into the distance. My paws were heavy, the pads raw from the sprint across the shale and roots of the Riverlands. King's Landing was nothing but a smudge of smoke on the horizon. I didn't stay on the main road. Every outrider and Gold Cloak in...
The silence lasted only a heartbeat before the screaming began.
I didn't give them time to organize. I stood over Ned, my paws planted firmly on the splintered oak of the stage. The Kingsguard were already reaching for their swords, their faces pale behind their golden visors. I could see the...
The air under the scaffolding didn't move. It smelled of dry wood and too many people packed too close above. I lay flat in the dirt, my heart beating hard enough to feel in my ribs.
Every breath was a struggle. The [Suppression] was no longer just a drain; it was a physical agony, my inside...
Every step In took, my claws left deep, jagged gouges in the masonry. I was too big. If I walked out of the main gates like this, the Gold Cloaks wouldn't stay still, rather they'd bring scorpions and a hundred archers.
I was moving through the service corridors near the outer ramparts when a...
I didn't slow after leaving the passage, even when the tunnels narrowed enough that I had to turn my shoulders sideways to keep moving. The stone pressed close on both sides, rough and uneven, scraping along my fur as I forced my way through gaps that were never meant for anything my size, and...