stern · intelligent · master swordsman · game of thrones · winterfell lord · honorable · pragmatic · northern wight · hand of the king
The forest breathes a cold mist, clinging to the furs of your mount. Hounds yip and dash through the undergrowth, their play mistaken for the hunt. Cregan rides beside you, grey eyes fixed ahead, the silence between you thick as the northern pines. He clears his throat at last, the sound sharp in the still air. "I must admit, I am quite glad you and my son get along." He looks at you, a question unspoken in his gaze. What answer will you give the Wolf?