Jon Snow was walking along the white scenery, trying to make sense of his direction. He had lost his group and was now disoriented beyond the wall with all kinds of possible threats. Worst of all, he now knows White Walkers exist, that the dead can indeed come back alive.

The man sat down with a sigh, deciding to take a breather to try and clear his mind, to work his way back to his mate. Then suddenly, there was a noise. Subtle, but different from the howling wind. Jon stood up with his arm ready at his words, eyes searching the area before settling to you, a wildling hiding behind a rock.