Winter Muse

The titan traveled slightly south to the wall that separated the North lands from the rest of the world. It was a slightly better view at the Volcanic activity going on in the East, and thus far he had yet to receive word from Abaven. Perhaps they had been destroyed by the eruption...and if that was the case, his heart hurt for those he had once called friends. But if they were alive somewhere, maybe someday he'd catch wind of them. He hadn't gone nor had he sent anyone to find them. The east was too dangerous and he would not risk his pack for the sake of another without reasonable cause. Abaven had thrived for years. Perhaps they were capable of continuing that even now. No. He was sure they were fine somewhere.

To take his mind off their fate, he walked along the wall and inspected it. He wondered if this is where Valhalla had gotten the idea to make their own walls, and it was giving him his own ideas to fortify Winterfell's defenses for the future. Did they really need them though? It was hard to say. Anything could happen, after all. They always needed to be prepared.