The Dream : Chapter 1

He took a deep breath, the thickness of the air stinging his lungs with the cold that contained his home; Winterfell in a icy escape. It had been a couple days, ever since the first day that the majestic terrain has been overrun by the coldness, that was known to take is tull on the beginning of winter.

It probably wasn't a good idea to stand at the gates of Winterfell alone, but their was something about the snow that always seemed to offer him some sort of tranquility, in return to those moments that he rarely managed to receive peace at once.

Their was probably so much that he had to hold his hands. The responsibilities. The role as the heir, who had taken his responsibility, in place of his father's retreat to become the kings right hand. A offer that he could of refused, but at the end his father honor and friendship getting to his opinion, at it's best.

It was cold, that his invisible exhalation was now visible to his eyesight. The white puffs of warm air formed to his constant breathing. It was hard to breath sometimes, but he slowly gained control of it. He watched into the distance, only trees and shrubs being present, on behalf of the snow that covered most of the land.

"What was it about today, it seemed different. Was it winter?" He look distantly being reminded of his repeating dream. Their was always a dire wolf; who appeared instead of his presence. The shaggy gray coat kept the large beast warm, while it's paws repeatedly skipped through the snow as if it wasn't a obstacle of any sort. It's dark slanted dark eyes, watched into the distance without seeming to stop. Their was freedom, their was peace and tranquility. The wolf happily ran. Their was nothing that kept him from being who he truly was, a wolf who freely patted its paws, leaving barely visible paw prints indentations in the snow.

The shrubs barely grazed at its fur, which protectively shielded it with the protection. The insolation of it's thick gray coat, it kept him from being affected by the coldest winters. Their truly wasn't anything that could stop the dire wolf, in it's direction that he was heading.

Freedom was in its favor, it made the wolf accomplished to retreat from anything it faced. A true dire wolf.

(Damn, this this still needs work. Working progress! Just need feedback. In case, it still nework something. Idea perhaps!)