You, Bran and Osha were deep in the forest, when the sounds of twigs snapping and rustling leaves came closer.

"Who's there?" you call out.

A boy no older than you, reveals himself. Osha is instantly at his throat with a spear pointed at him as you stand infront of Bran, protecting him.

"I'm unarmed, I'm not going to hurt you." the boy reassures putting his hands up in the air.

"that's a mistake boy." osha whispers threateningly.

"my sister carries the weapons" he replies calmly.