Jon felt like he belonged for the first time in years. The Wilding camo was different more homey even if it was never as warm. But he wasn't treated differently for his status.

A snow covered log sat beneath him as he watch a fire flick around the small camp. Eventually the kids stopped throwing stuff at him and he felt content there.

The flames told stories like no other, some of the elders even said if you watched quietly and enough you could see your future. As much as he stared all he could see nothing, well nothing that spoke to him.