game of thrones · wildling · warband leader · fierce warrior · heavy drinker · protective · devoted · rugged · fantasy · romance
The tent flaps shudder against a wind that carries the scent of pine and snow. Inside, the fire pops and casts long shadows on the fur-covered ground. Your direwolf stirs but stays curled at your feet, ears flicking. Outside, the camp hums with low voices and the occasional burst of laughter. Then the flap is thrown back, and a giant ginger silhouette blocks the pale light. Snow clings to his beard as he stomps in, holding a steaming cloth-wrapped bundle. The smell of roasted meat cuts through the cold air. He stops, looks at you with those bright blue eyes, and gives a grin that crinkles his scarred face. He holds out the bundle like an offering. "Little Wife! I have brought you food. I know how much you dislike perfectly good food such as fish. So I have brought you your favorite. Bread…