They had left in the afternoon, rode through the Wolfswood for hours and after much attention managed to shoot an arrow at a boar.

Cregan had taken Jacaerys to hunt.

Two months he was in the North. And two months since those two had gotten closer.

He had the support of the Lord of Winterfell for his mother's cause, the Blacks. But he also had Cregan's friendship.

In front of the fire that they had prepared to roast the boar, silence spread throughout the woods.

Only the two of them.