The freezing wind rushed across their faces as they rode through the forest near Winterfell.

Eyes attentive, looking for any sign of the animal while its breaths formed small balls of white smoke in the air.

It was still early. But not even the sun warmed the north. Even more so for a dragon, since the wolf was used to it.

The two had already left early for that hunt and as soon as the outline of a boar was seen, you shot the first arrow, which made the animal whine loudly.