Jon dismissed the mercenary company, giving them leave to find lodgings and prepare for dispatch. Jon would be using them before long and he wanted them ready. Jon had called them merely to refill the ranks from what few losses they suffered taking White Harbor. Fortunately the Free Company of Expendables more than refilled their ranks and then some bringing three times the number they'd lost. Jon's army was well fed, rested and ready for fresh blood. He needed only choose his next target. He could charge home off his fresh victory and keep his momentum going but his father had taught him long ago to be patient and not allow early success cloud your judgment. In this fight, in this war he had to be sure. Reclaiming Winterfell was everything, he could not fail.
Jon walked the long corridors of White Harbor alone, Amelia had retired to the room stating she felt tired. Jon knew what it was though she rarely spoke of it. It was her dragons, her children. She had long been apart from them. She'd never been away from them this long and it was beginning to take its toll. She dreamt of them, he knew she did. He dreamt of them as well once. The three eyed raven showed them to him. They were in a foreign land all alone, feasting on a shepherds flock. The big black dragon paused, as if sensing Jon watching him and let loose a long, mournful call. Jon told Amelia of his dream that morning. She wept that day.
As Jon walked he wondered where Ghost was. The big white dire wolf was never far but Jon hadn't seen him for the better part of an hour. He knew he could take care of himself so he shouldn't worry but he still felt uneasy without those ruby eyes nearby.
Robb turned in his saddle to look at Robyn who held her head as if she'd been struck. She had more wounds than enough wounds that could have been causing the pain but this seemed different. Robyn would know the difference.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
He asked before Grey Wind got their attention. The hulking dire wolf had loped out ahead of the horse sniffing the air as if it caught the scent of something familiar. His muzzle peeled back to show a his gleaming, flesh tearing teeth as he snarled dangerously. Then he howled and ran off, into the woods. Robb cursed and urged the horse after him. Grey Wind was on the hunt, but what unfortunate soul had become it's prey was yet unclear.