Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 117 - 180,000 Wildlings Arrive at the Wall.

I intend to make some changes regarding Robb Stark, but I'll leave that for later when I have time.
In any case, it won't change the course of the story, and I'll see how I can better handle the North with the consequences of those changes.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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In the following days, Jeor Mormont had a small uncertainty in his heart.
He didn't know exactly what it meant, but it was there, a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
It didn't even let him sleep properly.

He thought it was just the result of the stress from losing many rangers lately, plus the dead rising while he had no support from anyone with everything happening in the south...
He decided to keep it to himself, as anyone could call him crazy.

He wanted to stop thinking about that same feeling, because he didn't know what it meant.
But it was rooted in him, and his thoughts turned even to his family, who had marched south, wondering whether they had survived the chaos or not.

Even his son, who had ceased to be a traitor after receiving the royal pardon, and was now alongside Maege Mormont and her daughters fighting for Robb Stark.

At the time, over a year ago, he had certainly been surprised by his son's pardon when he received the news from King's Landing, as it had been a disgrace in his life.
For he had come to the Night's Watch precisely so that his son could take responsibility for House Mormont, and he had hoped that somehow, he was on the right path.

Disgrace struck like at no other time in his life when he discovered that his son was involved in human trafficking and was declared a criminal, having to flee to the North.

Now he was no longer a criminal and had been made a knight by the king — this pleased Jeor greatly.
Of course, Jorah was not seen the same way as before and certainly was not well regarded by the North, but at the same time, everyone kept in mind that he had been quite honorable in refusing Bear Island when the king tried to offer it to him.

"Why am I thinking about this?" he thought.
"Am I thinking I'm going to die soon?"

Jeor couldn't help but murmur, a little worried, while seeming melancholic, thinking about his family who could be dead, except for a few who were still on Bear Island — but surrounded by ironborn.

His gaze ended up resting on a raven perched on the window.
He immediately stood up and waved his hand with a shout, asking the raven to go away.
And it did, while Jeor watched it — and at the same time, other birds began to fly throughout the castle.

In recent days, this had become a common sight there.
For some reason, there were so many birds flying in and out of Castle Black.

"Why is this happening...?" he murmured, not knowing what it meant, but he could notice a strange way the animals looked at him, as if they were studying him and his men — it was bizarre in the Lord Commander's opinion.

It was a strange feeling, but he no longer believed in skinchangers, thinking it was all just fantasy.
He finally closed the window and went to focus on his duties as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

At the same time, in the North.

The wargs of the camp and Jon were analyzing the situation, while their eyes returned to normal on this mountain, returning to the leader with information about their enemies.