Dance of The Dragonwolf

A Reunion

Aenar Targaryen

As the sun was still high in the sky, casting long shadows across the snow-covered forest floor, the members of the Northern party, all dressed in thick furs and sturdy boots, had been diligently tracking their prey for the past three hours. A group of over thirty skilled horseback riders, led by Lord Benjen, galloped ahead while the remaining twenty members, armed with axes, bows, and swords, quietly trekked through the dense snow, their breaths visible in the chilly air. Despite the grueling terrain and frigid temperatures, the group remained determined to bring back a successful hunt, their hearts racing with anticipation of the thrill of the chase and the reward of a hearty feast upon their return to Winterfell.

The snowfall was so intense that it ranged from one foot to two feet, making it quite challenging for the servants to keep up with the constant shoveling and snow removal with their trusty tools. However, the dense forest surrounding Winterfell was a different story altogether. The snow had reached a staggering four feet deep in several areas, making it almost impossible for any living creature to easily navigate through it. Thankfully, the horses had an innate sense of the depth of the snow, and when they got too close to an area where the snow was too deep, they would start to whine, jump back, and change direction to avoid getting stuck.

As the Northern hunting party trudged through the snow-covered woods, they knew they had already had a successful hunt, having caught six boars. However, Prince Baelon set his sights on a grander prize - an elk. With the end of their trip near, he was determined to return to Winterfell with the spoils of a successful elk hunt. The group had been tracking the elusive creature for hours, following its tracks across the pristine snow and listening to the distant sound of its calls. The hunting dogs, trained for this very purpose, were with them, barking and sniffing, leading the way toward their prey. Prince Baelon knew that the capture of an elk would be a true triumph. So they pressed on, determined to catch the elusive creature before it slipped away into the wilderness.

As the hunting party trudged through the dense forest, the dogs' keen sense of smell led the way, their noses twitching with excitement as they eagerly followed the scent of the elusive elk. Aenar rode on his trusty pony, his eyes scanning the surrounding trees for any sign of movement. His grip tightened on the reins as the snow crunched beneath the hooves of each pony, the sound echoing through the silent forest. A gentle, cold wind picked up, causing snowflakes to dance in the air, swirling around the hunters' faces and settling on their fur-lined hoods. The branches of the trees rustled and swayed, brushing against each other with a soft whispering sound. Despite the biting cold, the hunting party pressed on, their determination fueling them forward in their pursuit of the majestic elk.

As Aenar stood in the midst of the snowy forest, he gazed upon the breathtaking sight of a rabbit with a coat as pure as driven snow scampering away from him in a frantic manner. However, just as the little creature tried to make its escape, an arrow whistled past Aenar's ear with a deadly aim and struck the rabbit right in its vulnerable stomach. Despite its valiant effort to climb up the tree to safety, the poor animal was unable to do so and eventually succumbed to its wound, its life force slowly draining away as blood trickled down the bark of the tree, tainting the pristine snow beneath into a deep shade of crimson.

With the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, Elric's heart raced with anticipation as he watched it hit the rabbit's stomach with deadly accuracy. As the small animal stopped moving, Elric's grin widened with satisfaction as he approached his prey. Whistling victoriously, he reached out and gently grabbed the lifeless body, feeling the warmth slowly dissipate from its fur. After pulling out the arrow with ease, he skillfully placed the rabbit inside his bag, where he had already stored three other rabbits that he had caught earlier in the day.