Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 18 - Hunting The Three-eyed Raven 01.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The sun was still announcing the beginning of the day as Jon calmly walked through the forest. He had strayed a few kilometers from the camp while heading west with his trail of light. He continued through the forest, cutting through dense thickets, crossing some rivers, and even climbing some elevations to follow the quickest path according to the best shortcuts revealed by his clairvoyance magic.

As the sun reached its midday position, Jon decided to stop for a meal before continuing. He conjured a spell and summoned 4 spectral wolves, which appeared in front of him, howling softly.

"Go after tracks, leave the rest of the work to me," Jon ordered, and the spectral wolves, obeying their master, quickly began to sniff the ground in search of the scent of any animal, the bigger, the better.

It didn't take long, as they quickly found a trail of a fox and followed in that direction. Jon nodded and followed them, after all, there was no living animal nearby for him to use his detect life spell on.

They continued until the wolves signaled that the animal was close. He began to dissipate his summonings and started to follow the path on his own, as he didn't want to hunt an animal with his conjuration, something inappropriate for many gods in Skyrim.

He didn't have a bow, so he decided to do it the old-fashioned way by drawing a sword from his storage space, holding it in his hands, ready to launch his attack as soon as he was ready.

He proceeded until he found a clearing with small, almost imperceptible marks on the ground before using his detect life magic, seeing the exact position of his target, which was eating some small prey it had caught in the forest.

He raised his sword and prepared to enter the site, which quickly noticed the human appearing. Before it could react, Jon threw the sword with his hand, hitting a critical point directly on the fox, which fell dead the next moment, dying without suffering.

Jon approached and began to pull out his embedded sword while leaving the site with the carcass, creating a small fire while cleaning its skin. He kept his conjurations up again to monitor the area, "Just don't attack it, ignore it," Jon gave his last order before the wolves entered the forest.

He continued cleaning the animal until it was good in his view and placed it on the spit while the sword was used as a skewer. A while later, when it was ready, Jon looked to one side of the forest and couldn't help but smile. "Are you going to keep following me all the time hidden? Or will you come out?" He said, and a woman emerged from the forest.

"You knew I was following you the whole time, didn't you?" She asked as she approached.

"Not for long, just a few hours. There wouldn't have been any way for me to tell you to return to the group going back to Mance's camp, Ygritte," Jon said to the red-haired girl.

"I'm a good hunter, I caught your trail since you left and waited a bit to not be too obvious. After all, I saw strange creatures that I could see the other side of, as if it was invisible, and their footprints are here too. I thought they were some kind of cold shadow or creature of theirs, but they're circling around you, meaning they're yours... What are those things?" She asked, still remembering the shock when she saw the spectral wolves, their bodies ethereal and their eyes the only strong color, so Ygritte had quite a scare when she saw them.

"They're my summonings with magic, but that doesn't matter now. Are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Jon asked in a more serious tone.

"I came to follow you. I wanted to know what the man who can spit fire from his mouth came to do on this side," Elsa said without any shame.