The air was bitter and cold as the snow of Castle Black drooled down onto the blackened soil where his boots crunch upon it with every swing of an axe, watching the way the wood sliced in half with every blow - collecting on either side of the cutting block as his muscles rippled beneath the blackness of his Night Watch garbs.

His eyes blue as ice, his hair a deep, golden blonde as he's training to go beyond the wall...the sound of someone approaching causing him to glance over his shoulder.