A Wolf of War (Completed)

Hunter

Out of everyone in Westeros, Hunter was the first to know. 

The Wall had been breached; the Long Night would arrive soon, and the living were fighting among themselves like little children. 

Hunter of House Valyrrn, an old house of the First Men, travelled through the large continent with his guards and his direwolf, Shadow. In his time, Hunter was considered a god amongst men and everyone knew his name. But now, the only mention of his name were in legends and stories. 

A man of immortal means, he thanked it all to the Old Gods. He thanked them for his gifts, for his power, for his abilities as a warg, and for many others. However, at the same time, he saw them as a threat to his cause. They brought the oncoming storm, and Hunter had to be the one to stop it. 

In the last couple of months, Hunter saw himself in the depths of the southern kingdoms. However, once the news reached him and he saw no avail to the news by the Queen, Hunter dared to return to the North. It took him a fortnight to reach the barren wasteland, but he reached it in a timely manner. 

The letter he'd received from home instructed him to head to Winterfell to offer his army for Lord Snow's cause against the Others. Except, in the time that it would often take him from the northern Kingsroad to Winterfell, he decided to take his ever-loving sweet time. 

His scouts had written to him days prior: the Starks had enough armies to last them awhile, Valyrrn's wasn't entirely needed. 

Not yet at least. 

The Great Hall was packed with various northern lords. All of them looked to Hunter with sullen faces and dark eyes, their expressions remained unnerved by his presence. 

Lady Stark, and her two siblings, sat and spoke with him. "What can we help you with, my Lord?" 

Hunter pulled the letter from his cloak, and then handed it over to a guard of Lady Stark's. "I received word that Winterfell had been released from the Boltons, and that the North has appointed a new king. By the declaration of said king, all northern lords are to present their armies for the oncoming war." 

Lady Stark took the letter, read it, and then handed it back. "I'm afraid, my Lord, we have all the help that we need." 

The lords of the North nodded in agreement. Wooden cups smacked against the table, a sound Hunter often displeased. 

Hunter took a moment to collect his thoughts before he spoke again, "I'm offering you my services, my Lady. It's not wise to turn it down." 

"Wise? Ha, and what could you offer us, my Lord?" The gruff voice of Lord Glover rang through the hall. He tone reeked of mockery and harsh jokes. 

Hunter looked back to his guards, and then turned his attention to Bran the Cripple. The boy stared at him, eyes squinted and focused, but what was left of him gave off the energy that he couldn't read Hunter's next move.