another brick in the wall
ft souzan
Souzan was reacquainting himself with the lands around Winterfell, he'd wandered them a bit before when he'd been in his brother's pack but now he was more keen to relearn the world outside his new life. So the man had taken a trip to the nearest landmark from the packlands, curiosity driving him to seek out the hulking form in the distance. He spent some time walking its length, his head tilted backwards to gaze up at the wall, wondering if he might be able to really see the top from further down its length. He'd given up nearly an hour ago at this point, realizing he'd be unable to do so some time ago, since then he'd paced around it's base, peering into nooks and crannies. That was until a scent gently drifted towards him, that of a stranger. He lifted his head, observing but could not spot the owner. He shrugged and began to pad along a worn dirt path further south, looking to explore at least a bit further today. From time to time he'd catch the scent again, coming from behind him but the man wasn't worried. Sure Souzan wasn't exactly a warrior but no stranger would guess that to look at him. He also simply didn't feel threatened by too much. As he'd continue to plod the scent would grow stronger until he finally stopped, spinning around to observe a smaller woman approaching, his eyes widened as he spotted her mane of fur and for a moment stood transfixed until it dawned on him she had somehow managed to miss him and was on a near-collision course. Souzan would skirt away from the woman, a surprised huff the only sound he made as he did so.
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