It might well kill him. Wights over the ringwall. “Much significance, I would say. Kneel, traitor, Robb said again.
He was at the controls already. Rattleshirt's dogs greeted him with a chorusof snarls and growls and wild barking, as ever, but the direwolf paid them nomind. Another foot. There was a wolf for Jon as well.
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