The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

A small pack of wolfs

Sometimes it's the people we expect the least of that are the people who do the things we never expected. -the theory of everything

"We could surround the castle, letting no one in our out, they will last a few months but eventually they will die." One of Robb's Bannerman said, it was an Umber. So far the council meeting had gone horrible, everyone was calling each other names and scolding everyone who dared to fight back.

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard. If there's one thing we can't afford, it's time." Gillian protested, he absolutely hated the Umber. Karstark and Umber had always been true enemies, only by Starks could they be reunited.

"He's right, we can't wait any longer. Roose Bolton will sent reinforcements the second he knows we're hiding here. We will be dead in a matter of days." Robb said, looking at each of his councilmen. At this point he just wanted his mother back so that he could ask her for advice.

"We don't have any siege weapons, we can't break down their gates and we don't have ladders to climb up the wall. I say we're doomed." The Umber said, his hands waving in the air in defeat.

"We're not doomed, we only have to come up with a plan." Robb spoke sternly at the Umber, who immediately cowered away. Everyone concentrated on the map, looking if there were any answers written on the paper. Obviously there weren't, leaving the tent in silence.

"How do wolfs kill their preys?" Elena suddenly spoke up, an idea finally popping into her head.

"Silently, without any sign, in the night." Gillian summed up. "In a small pack."

"What are you trying to say?" Robb looked at Elena who immediately looked away from him. She hated to be near him after what had happened. In a way she was happy to be with him again yet everything felt different. If there was anything she was afraid of, it would be changes. She never liked the confrontation.

"You can say we're a small pack of wolfs, we should hunt like one." Elena said.

"So we should surprise them, in the midst of the night?" Umber said, straightening his back.

"Wow! That must've been the first intelligent thing you said this meeting!" Gillian's eyes widened sarcastically.

"One more time, Karstark, and you can spend a night in a cell." Robb sighed and glared at Gillian.

"So," Elena continued, ignoring everyone's death glares. "we attack them in the night. If we can somehow open the gates without too much noise, we will take Dreadfort without much trouble." 

"There's only one problem; you can't just magically open a gate." Someone said while rolling his eyes at Elena. "Why is she even in this council? She's a woman!"

"She's our Guardian and she's probably smarter than you." Gillian snapped at the man.

"She saved your live, you should be thanking her." Robb also defended Elena, much to her dismay. "And seriously Karstark, I don't care who you are but if you're going to say one more damn thing like that I swear I will send you to Ramsay himself."

"Did I say we need to break down a gate?" Elena looked up at the man and raised her eyebrows, still ignoring every comment.

"Not everyone can fly." He shot back, his eyes narrowing at the Guardian.

"But I can, silently. I can infiltrate their castle and open the gate."

"You can't raise a gate on your own, you will need to carry someone with you." Gillian stated with a concerned look in his face. "Besides, I can't let you go in there alone."