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Third Person POV.
Westeros.
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"What are we doing here, Jon?" Lucis asked as she approached Jon, looking curiously at the area ahead. They were in the middle of one of the southernmost forests beyond the Wall, near a small stream, while the dragonborn was examining tracks on the ground and in the snow-covered areas.
"There's a pack here, and of giant wolves... Could it be them?" Jon remarked, observing the marks on the ground.
Giant wolves were extremely rare to encounter, and Jon had personally come across only one pack aside from his own wolf when he was heading toward the Wall. But thanks to Winter, they all fled when he had hoped to capture them as his own pack.
He had decided to hunt them down again and complete what he had left unfinished a year ago.
"Giant wolves? Is that what you're after?" Lucis asked cautiously. She had decided to join him on the journey south when he mentioned he was leaving, while Val and Ygritte stayed to look after Daenerys, even though they had wanted to come as well.
"Exactly. I didn't tell you, but I had a brief encounter with this pack when I left the camp. Now I hope to finally find them..." Jon said, surveying the area before starting to walk again.
"Isn't this dangerous, Jon?" Lucis couldn't help but ask, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Don't worry about it... I can protect you. Just stay close to me; after all, I want to capture them once and for all," Jon said as he began following the tracks.
"My father... he was killed by three giant wolves..." Lucis admitted. Clearly, she hadn't known he was after these creatures, likely because he had withheld that information. Had she known, she wouldn't have come.
"Really? Then I owe you an apology for this..." Jon murmured, realizing how delicate the matter might be for his spearwife. "Just stay close to me. They're not far from here. After all, there isn't much food in the north, forcing the giant wolves and other animals to approach the Wall or even cross it," Jon explained as they continued forward.
After some time trekking through the forest, a red blur darted past them, startling them instantly. Before Lucis could scream, Jon grabbed her, ensuring any sound was muffled.
"Silence! It's watching us, but it hasn't identified us yet," Jon murmured, observing the giant wolf as they hid behind bushes. He could see it sniffing the air, searching for the strange scent it had detected. The wolf was enormous, standing about one and a half meters tall.
Taking advantage of the wolf being alone, Jon scanned the surroundings with his magical eyes before approaching quickly. He exclaimed a few words, using a Thu'um, firm and authoritative: "KAAN... DREM!" These were two words from the Kyne's Peace shout.
It worked. The wolf, caught by surprise, had no time to react. Its eyes began to glow, subdued by the Dragonborn's powerful word, which was taming it.
"There. It won't attack us anymore... This wolf is alone and doesn't seem to have been expelled, which means the pack is nearby," Jon said, turning to Lucis.
She, still hesitant, ultimately trusted Jon and approached him. Though Lucis wasn't as fearless as Ygritte, she trusted Jon without question.
Jon placed his hand on the wolf's head, now entirely submissive. "It's a female," he murmured, examining the animal. "Can you take us to your pack, girl?" he asked her.
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Game of Dragonborn.
FanfictionJon Snow is a Dragonborn after 2 millennia without another appearing, an identity that is neither on the light side nor the dark side, only caring about his own goals before wanting to be good or evil. Some may label him a demon while others a hero...
