"Get after them!" The rasping voice of the wild-ling commander bellowed through the air. The rain pelted down upon them, unrelenting and unforgiving, striking hard at dirty faces and stinging eyes of hate,"Damn you, I said move, now! Or Mance will rip out your insides and feed them to the dogs."
The threat was enough to make them move fast, wild men broke into a run; war cry's emerging from their mouths as they sauntered forward, galloping in trained unison after the traitors.
"Run you traitor bastards," a muscle built wild-ling spat,"We will find you, and then you will taste the kiss of my blade." Mud scattered around the wild-ling hoard as their fur booted feet penetrated the soaked ground with heavy ferocity. They ran like a pack of wild dogs after them, hot on their scent, won't stop hunting them until they were dead.
On top of the hill, the king beyond the wall stared down at his men in cold silence as they hunted down the two turn cloaks, rain fell from his hair and onto his face, pooling down on his neck. Next to him, his son stood tall, staring into the distance as he watched the two silhouettes flee from sight. His blood boiled from the sting of betrayal, his grip white knuckled around the hilt of his sword,"They will die," Came the deep voice of his father Mance Raydar,"My men will show no mercy to these traitors now."
Torin did not need to look at his father to understand the meaning of his words; he kept his eyes forward, staring out onto the open plain,"What of the girl?" He finally questioned his father, at that Mance Raydar turned his wise eyes to look at his heir, eyes steady and firm,"She too will die." He told him,"She has betrayed us, we show no mercy to turn cloaks here" Torin turned his young face to look at his father's aged one, rain bounced off the young heirs cheeks and matted his long hair. When his son did not answer him Mance studied the look that was etched upon the young wild-ling prince's face, he could tell how tense his son had become, and he was livid yet confused,"You stole the crow girl, did you not?" The wild-ling king asked his son, a drawn out silence passed by before the son answered "aye" he replied.
"Rumor has it that you developed an intriguing bond with her, would I be wrong to assume that?" Again the silence.
"No father" Torin replied turning his grey eyes to his lords,"I tried to understand the mind-set of the crows."
"And did you?"
It was a hard question to answer, he had indeed been shown how the mind of the crows worked, he had even sympathized with the crow girl, something that he never did, was trained never to do, yet she had been different, she had possessed the strength of the free folk, was strong and defiant, determined, all those attributes of a female crow were hard to come by Torin had found her interesting and she had possessed his mind ever since.
"Aye father, I did." he replied slowly, Mance Raydar studied the look upon his sons face and nodded," I think I understand now." he told his son, Torin stared at his father, already knowing what he was about to say "She was more than just a plaything to you wasn't she boy?" Torin felt the anger rise at the insinuation, his wild-ling side prominent now"She was just a trophy!" He hissed, he would not admit anything else, yet,"A trophy that belonged to you and was placed under your guard." His father replied and then he smirked at his son,"You feel for this crow, do you not?" Mance questioned.
"I feel nothing,"Torin replied.
"Yet you watch after her like a lost puppy." At that Torin turned his eyes back to the silhouettes disappearing into the mist of the rain
"It does not matter how I feel father, I don't know how I feel."
"Well you better start making up your mind boy, because come nightfall she will be slain along with that bastard lover of hers."
"What do you expect me to do father?!" Torin snapped impatiently,"You want revenge on snow? He has taken what you stole, us free folk don't just have a reputation fir stealing livestock boy." Torin looked to his king and frowned,"Speak plainly father."
"There's only one way to get her." Mance told him, placing a fur gloved hand onto his sons strong shoulder and looked deep into his eyes all that could be heard was the sound of the falling rain that soaked them as they stood atop the hill, Torin stared down at his father, readying himself for what was about to come, and then the king beyond the wall said what he had been waiting to hear all this time,"Steal her back." Without further hesitation Torin left his father's side, he would find the crow girl, she was his after all.
The horse bolted through the rain like a streak of lightning, harsh winds and ice cold rain whipped through their hair and stung at their faces. Bryanna was breathing hard, the last fight they had with the wild-lings left her wounded and exhausted. Ever so slowly, her life was slipping away.
Jon spurred the horse onwards, faster and faster until they broke through into a clearing, the agonizing pain in his leg was excruciating from where Ygritte's arrow had pierced him, he refused to give into the pain he kept looking backwards over his shoulder to see who was in pursuit of them, they were being hunted now, For now they had outrun the wild-lings but for how long? They knew beyond the wall better than any ranger of castle black, they were not safe.
They rode on through darkness until the horse could take no more, whinnying, the horse reared backwards, throwing them violently onto the mud soaked ground. Bryanna cried out loudly as her body connected with the hard floor, mud spattered all over her face and in her hair, submitting to the pain, she rolled onto her back and let the rain pour down upon her.
Jon was thrown near a small river onto his back, he grunted as the pain set in, beside him the dying horse collapsed, crying in exhausted pain.
Ripping the arrow, from out of his leg he shouted out, the arrow had penetrated deep, taking steady breaths to ease the pain did nothing. Lifting his eyes he looked over to where Bryanna lay motionless. "Bry?" He said through gritted teeth, biting back the pain "Bry?" Slowly she began to stir on the floor. Grimacing, Jon pulled himself to stand, he faltered for a moment his leg giving out beneath him as he regained his balance.
The horse whinnied again as Bryanna forced herself to sit up,"The horse is lame." She whispered hoarsely,"We won't make it back to castle black before they find us."
Jon reached out his hand and pulled her to her feet,"We have to try" he told her breathing hard,"They will find us quicker if we stop moving, we need to go now!"
"Put the horse out of its misery Jon" She told him. With a final death scream from the loyal animal that had brought them this far, with one quick slice of a sword, the horse fell to silence. Bryanna stared at the lifeless creature with sadness in her eyes until Jon spoke. "We need to go"