Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 39 - Journey to the Wall 01.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The days passed as the snows beyond the wall, with the desolate scenery of snow, rocks, and scattered trees across the horizon, brought a melancholic feeling.

A young man, none other than the Dragonborn, sat in the middle of a forest with a campfire in front of him, a bored look on his face, as his only pastime was cooking food, like he was doing by using telekinesis on a piece of steak he had cut from one of his carcasses over the flames.

"If I still had a book... I could be reading something to pass the time," Jon remarked. He hadn't been awake for long after settling in that spot, not yet resuming his journey due to the hunger he felt, and had set a few things to cook.

A cold breeze blew a short distance from him as he glanced to the side, where the giant dragon lay behind him, having slept with him at the campsite.

"What is it...? You mean to say your presence relieves my boredom? You only know how to sleep... you smelly dragon," Jon teased.

Hrrr She didn't seem too pleased with the comment, looking at him with dissatisfaction.

But Jon didn't care as he pulled the roasted steak back to him, eating his first meal. After a moment of feeling satisfied, he began to leave the camp, the dragon automatically standing as well, stirring up a small cloud of dust and causing her wings to brush against the trees, for she was too large for that place.

"You're going to eat, then... just head to the coast and don't draw any attention. If any man in black sees you, we'll be in some trouble..." Jon remarked, watching as she merely looked at him after his words, then took off and disappeared between the trees from his point of view.

"I hope she at least does that..." Jon muttered, not wanting the South to be alerted of a dragon flying near the wall. Though he was heading there, he wanted her to remain discreet, so much so that he would avoid all cities to prevent the dragon from following him to Winterfell.

Jon then continued on his path, getting closer to the wall, although he couldn't see it on the horizon yet. He had thought about catching a ride with the dragon, but she didn't seem comfortable with him riding on her back, and Jon hadn't insisted on it either.

He continued alone, barely encountering anyone after passing through the patrols and sentinels of Mance's camp, where there were more people from all sides, as he had to be cautious of the Night's Watch patrols searching for them.

He even spotted some free folk in the area, seeing them from afar, but didn't approach as he passed by the remnants of camps, both from the free folk and the Night's Watch.

The only sound for a while was the crunch of his footsteps through the layer of snow beneath him, until something caught his attention. As he noticed movement in the forest, following it with his eyes detecting life, he found himself surrounded by wolves—but not ordinary wolves.

"Direwolves... a pack..." Jon said with some admiration as he saw them, though they seemed to view him as prey.

He didn't care much as he continued through the forest that hadn't ended yet, even after more than five hours since he had left his previous camp. The sound of their paws running through the snow around him grew louder and louder.

"They're not going to show up?" Jon raised an eyebrow, waiting to see the creatures in front of him. And as if granting his wish, several wolves quickly began running around the trees where he was, appearing from all sides.