Move on

It's so cold!

You've been traveling for a few hours. On foot. No fruit came along the way, and you didn't have a knife to hunt an animal. You managed to get rid of the knots in your wrists, but after a lot of effort. Your wrists and feet were aching. You weren't feeling your nose and your cheeks or your ears.

So cold!

You didn't know where you were. There was no road to follow, no sun. You just followed what your heart said. You followed the path you thought would take you to the Wall.

And then night fell. You hid in a hole at the foot of a mountain. It was the only way to get hot in this cursed place. Like a puppy, you curled up against the icy wall and tried to sleep, shivering all over.

You suddenly wake up an hour later. There is a light. A torch. A woman holds this torch. She is crouched in front of you. She doesn't look like a wildling, but she dresses like one.

“Who are you?” you ask. She does not answer.

"You're from Night's Watch, aren't you?"

“I… am…”, you hesitated.

"Do not worry. I won't hurt you. I am one of Craster's daughters.”

Craster, you knew that name. He was a savage, but he was friends with Night's Watch. He was not a trustworthy man, according to the rumors. Another thing you knew about him is that Craster had no male children, and that all of his daughters were also his wives. The one you were looking at was not just his daughter, but also his wife! Thinking about it brought a sour taste to your tongue.

"Do you think your father could help me?"

"Are you a deserter?"

"No. I was captured by wildlings and I ran from them.”

"Come with me. I'll give you some food and a roof over your head for the night.”

"Thank you so much".