There's a moment when he wakes her that she wishes he'd remained in bed. There were going to be fewer and fewer opportunities for her to sleep with him like this, weren't there? But the dawn brings with it a number of things, including fresh air and the wildness of the outdoors. She wears her hair half down, silver locks streaming behind her as they gallop along, racing one another, her laughter ringing in their wake.

It's all a beautiful sight, every bit of it. This is where she belongs, she thinks. Not in a city, not living as a civilian when war seemed to loom, but out in the wilds. If only her children were here with them, that would make this day perfect.

Birds chirp all around them. Prey darts away at the sound of their gallops and at the sight of Ghost. Briefly, she glances back over her shoulder toward the direwolf who is so very quiet and beautiful. Affection warms her for both man and wolf.

She spies the cottage just as he points it out, encouraging her silver into a faster trot. There are weeds her horse tramples through. Weeds and weeds, vines, all manner of greenery that's clearly become overgrown, both on the stretch of land before the cottage, and on its walls.

"It looks as if its been swallowed alive. Do you think anything lives in there?"