"We would have to transport a supply of food and learn to plant the rest. I could hunt as well." It wouldn't be the finest meals of their lives, but given their previous conversations, it wouldn't be the worst either. It would at least be an honest life, something that they worked for together and built themselves.

Ghost watches with silent eyes, a deep red against the dark backdrop of the forest. If there was anything lurking about, it kept its distance at the sight of the large direwolf. Even Jon's horse didn't seem disturbed, feeding from the overgrowth and grass.

He paused, pulling his glove from his hand as he touched the soil and listened around them. "A bit further this way, I think." He nodded towards a rocky alcove. "Would you prepared for this sort of life?"