You venture along the snowy woods cold, hungry and pale as you hunt for even the slightest bit of food. Growing weak and tired by the seconds you sit down behind a tree hoping to get a few minutes rest.

Sitting behind the tree you hear footsteps and voices from behind. Scared and nervous you get up trying to be silent only to make a twig beside you snap.

"Shh shh. There's someone here." Bran hushes the rest of his group. "Who's there?" he shouts