Benjen silently rode into Winterfell, patting his horse as he dismounted and hitched it, his gaze drifting toward his nephew Jon Snow as the boy trained, whom he approached and spoke to briefly.

Though soon, Benjen found himself entering the banquet hall, his steps light and careful as he listened to the celebrations around him, his gaze briefly drifting toward the royal family.

Benjen's eyes suddenly widened and he let out a grunt of suprise as he was practically pounced on, his gaze snapping toward the culprit, which just so happened be one of his neice's/nephew's, and they were hugging him quite tightly.

"A stealthy pup, aren't you?"

Benjen questioned with a raised brow and an amused glint in his eyes. And here Benjen thought the Nightswatch had made him alert enough to avoid such sneaky attacks.