Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 4 - Adventures in the North 01.

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Third Person POV.
North, Somewhere Unknown, 289, At the Same Instant.
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Jon choked on the sight; he feared for his life along with his new friend. How could an eight-year-old not fear giant wolves appearing before him? He was already taking a few steps backward, ready to run and try to save his life and the life of Caraxes, a name he gave to the eagle in homage to one of the fiercest dragons he read about in history books during the Dance, over 150 years ago. Since there were no more dragons, it was up to Caraxes to dominate the skies now; hence the dragon name for the bird. (Note: I'm trying to simulate an 8-year-old here; I know it's impossible, but I'm trying to make it as childlike as possible within my knowledge).

The wolves sensed his fear and opened their mouths, not in a growl, but in a sad, grunting sound, seeming somewhat disappointed with his fear. They also stuck their tongues out while 4 tails swayed simultaneously? He found the situation strange because he expected to be attacked and devoured immediately. He quickly pushed away some of his fear that was clouding his judgment and tried not to run, as the wolves stood still; they were the size of warhorses!

Jon then acted with his magic to see what the wolves felt about him as both groups stared at each other. To his surprise, the giant wolves let him establish a connection without any resistance. In the forest, he tried with some ordinary wolves, crows, and squirrels, but no animal wanted to form a connection with him without resistance. Now, these 4 animals, who were terribly more powerful than any he had ever encountered, let him easily link his mind with all the wolves simultaneously.

When he saw what the wolves were feeling, he was even more surprised because it was curiosity, hope, and even a feeling of happiness? It was as if these 4 giant beings were already looking for someone, specifically him. He, no longer retreating, looked directly into the 4 pairs of eyes. Caraxes, perched on his shoulder, still held onto his fear, even sensing the human friend becoming calmer.

Jon tried to calm his feathered friend and used his mental powers to feel the wolves and their memories, as he did with Caraxes once. He saw that they were living beyond the Wall in a pack of 20 wolves. But more than 2 moons ago, they suddenly separated from that pack, with no other wolf protesting their departure. The 2 couples ran at high speed to the south, passing through forests, mountains, and wildling villages. Until one day, they spotted the great Wall. As if these 4 wolves already had knowledge, they ran to a specific corner of the Wall, passing by any watchman without being seen. When they reached the ice wall, they ended up in a crack near the west coast, big enough for a man to pass through the broken ice. Then, the 4 went through one by one, with a little difficulty due to their size, and shortly after, the giant wolves entered the North, continuing their journey to the south.

Their journey involved going through forests and continuing south while eating during their time in the forests, hunting animals here and there. Jon knew that something was guiding the wolves; they came specifically to find him. Maybe the plan was for the boy to see them for the first time in that sacred clearing. But the strange thing was that this started 2 moons ago. 'So the gods were already planning this for him while he was still in Winterfell?' he wondered.

Jon couldn't help but feel odd about the situation; he could only imagine when the gods had already planned this for him. Now, even with the protests of the trembling Caraxes, he walked slowly toward the wolves, still a bit cautious in his movements, trying to detect any hostile behavior from the wolves with his attentive gaze. He walked based on what he felt from the 4 creatures; the wolves had gleams of happiness in their eyes and began to walk slowly toward him as well. Now, with less than a meter between them, the horse-sized wolves looked at him with curiosity. Caraxes was still protesting the situation and the foolishness of his human friend; Jon, still looking at the wolves, despite them being huge in front of him while he was a little over 1 meter tall, tried something after his caution had diminished. The wolves still looked at him expectantly, with no sign of trying to attack him.