The stench of blood had risen up to their senses but did little to affect them. They were used to the smell and that alone told Jon the state of both of their realms. It wasn't the torn body or the smell of death that caused alarm in Daryl, it was what they had found emerge out from behind the tree.

"Another one?" Daryl asked, his brows tensing.

The sleek black coat that the direwolf had was surprisingly clean. He had the dead body of a squirrel caught between his teeth. He was watching them but when his eyes fell on Daryl he seemed to calm. Slowly he approached him, standing beside him as if he had found what he had been looking for.

Jon watched it with shock. He wasn't sure how exactly he was supposed to wrap his head around it but there it was laid out before him. The direwolf had found its place beside Daryl and what that meant was lost to Jon. The line of the Starks had been cut off had it not? Was he not the last one to survive? He with his oath to never bear a son? To never live as a man under a sigil or a family name? Then how could this be happening?

Daryl didn't speak. He didn't even move. His confusion was as mounted as Jon's was. He looked across at Jon and then down to the direwolf near his feet. Carefully he knelt down and looked into its eyes. The wolf dropped the squirrel from its mouth and simply returned Daryl's stare.

"Looks like we've got similar tastes." Daryl said with a light laugh. "But now I'm hoping he didn't take the last one."

The amount of calm that Daryl was handling the situation with surprised Jon. Most people tended to fear the direwolves, the tales of their vicious power had often been told true. But Daryl seemed unaffected.

"Y'think it's the same like yours?" He asked Jon, standing up again and looking at him.

Jon nodded. "He is. A direwolf."

"Never seen nothing on these wolves...wonder why." He shrugged. "Maybe they're only in...what's that place called? Where you're from?"

"Westeros."

"Right." Daryl turned his attention from the beast and looked down at the man. "Y'think that's her dad?"

Jon suddenly remembered why they had come out here. What they were supposed to be doing. He remembered Vera telling him what clothes her dad was wearing, what he looked like. He trailed his eyes down to the body and sighed.

"That's him." He said with a nod.

"Guess we just wasted our time." Daryl stated shaking his head like he couldn't believe it. "Well we had better head back." He turned to leave but stopped when the wolf started to trail after him. "What is it doing?"

"It seems that he's yours."

"Mine?" He shot his eyes to Jon with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"The direwolf follows it's owner, protects him, stands loyal to him. And it seems like he's chosen you as his owner."

"But you said..." Daryl glanced down at the wolf, his eyes trying to figure it all out.

"Trust me, I'm not understanding any of this either." Jon replied. "Let's just get back."

Daryl took in a breath and then he nodded, figuring that's what they should do. He didn't want to be out here by night fall and he sure as hell didn't want Rick to start worrying. He went on ahead and started walking which brought Jon after him as well. Ghost and the other direwolf followed after them.

She let out a breath of relief as she dropped the soaked cloth back into the small bowl. She had managed to clean what she could and had dressed in a few pieces of clothing from Beth. It was so different than her usual clothes but they were comfortable and not as dirty and worn as they had been. She kept her own boots however and had fixed her hair into a much neater braid. She felt relieved and she was glad for it.

"All done?" Maggie asked, coming into the cell where Dany was sitting on the bunk.

Dany smiled and nodded. "Thanks so much for this."

"It was Carol's idea really. She thought you'd like to get changed." Maggie rested against the bars and just looked Dany over. She was so different than everyone else they had come across.

"Well then I should thank her."

They were quiet for a moment until Dany finally looked up at Maggie again. The girl was dampened, perhaps by this world, but there was still a fire that was strongly lit beneath her. She was alive and she was going to keep living that way until her time came.

"I know what we've been saying sounds crazy..." Dany said in a soft voice.

Maggie laughed a little. "Well just a bit but...well everything's crazy these days."

"You all have been through so much."

"Well so have you."

Dany nodded and glanced down. She thought of the journey she had taken until this moment and a shiver crawled up her spine. She didn't want to think about any of that.

"Has it always been this way? Your world here?" Dany asked, ever so curious about a place that was so different than her own realm.

She shook her head. "Things were so different. TV, music, parties, a lot of friends." There was a longing look on her face, one that was also full of pain.

"TV?" Dany questioned.

"Television." When nothing registered in Dany's eyes Maggie let out a laugh. "It's not important anymore I guess." Her smile faded as she let her eyes scan the damp and gray place that they all called home.

"But there are things that do, right? Not everything is hopeless?"

Maggie's smile returned at Dany's words. "That's true. With Judith. She's a blessing. I never thought her being here would bring such calm to everyone." She was beaming suddenly and Dany loved the look of sudden happiness in her eyes. "And Glenn. My dad, Beth, everyone."

Dany smiled at her words. She saw the connection between these people and all she could do was think about her own people. Her khalasar, her handmaidens, Jorah, her dragons. Pain flashed in her violet eyes. What would she give to turn back the time?

"And where you're from?" Maggie asked, bringing Dany out of her thoughts.

She shook her head. "I never want to go back there again." She whispered. She saw the barren fields after the war, the bodies she had been laying on top of since they had thought her dead. She had managed an escape during the night and she wasn't even entirely sure how she had done it.

Maggie understood because that was how she felt about her family's farm. They were under attack now, there were walkers everywhere, and death seemed to be at every corner but that place had become her nightmare. She had lost her life on that land, everything she had once held dear. How quickly things were pulled out from under one's feet.

Dany noticed the thick sorrow filling the room and it ached her. She didn't want to dampen this girl's hope, didn't want her to think about whatever it was that had been torn apart in her life.

"What's Woodbury?" She heard herself asking. She had remembered how they had asked her if that's where she was from and she knew that these people were under attack, she could just sense it.

Maggie sucked in a breath. "It's a town, boarded off from everything. Sounds like a dream actually. But me and Glenn, we were taken by Daryl's brother and held hostage there. The Governor, he runs that town, he's sick. And he wants to kill us all." She was angry, it had sharpened in her eyes.

"So what will you do?" Dany questioned, her brows furrowing lightly. The woes of warfare had always struck her. She understood it but the death that came with it was too much of a toll.

"We're making our stand." Maggie replied. "Rick thinks that's our only chance."

Dany nodded. She saw the stress in Rick's eyes, the way it hung in front of his face like a sorrowed veil. No one could get through to him, he was locked away from the world around him.

"He wasn't always this way, was he?"

Maggie shook her head. "So many things have happened. He's had to do much. He just lost his wife..." The words stopped her, the memory grew in her eyes. "...in childbirth."

Dany had figured that, it showed in his eyes the way it no doubt showed in her own. Her heart broke all over for him and she wished that there was something she could do to try and pull him out of it.

"They're back!" Carol called out as she rushed in, a gun slung over her shoulder. Carl followed after he since they had been keeping watch.

Dany stood up and Maggie gave her a slight smile. They turned at the sound of Rick rushing down the stairs. Vera was walking slowly behind him. Dany watched them go into the main cell area. She hadn't known that he had been talking to Vera.

Daryl and Jon came in, not worse for the wear. Daryl nodded across to Rick and Jon glanced from Dany to Vera. She saw how his gaze softened and she suppressed a smile.

"Where is he?" Vera asked, her eyes wide with panic.

"He was dead when we found him." Jon stated with all truth although he regretted the blunt way he had spoken it.

Vera looked between the two men as if she was wishing it wasn't true. Tears sprang from her eyes before she threw herself at Jon. He was caught off guard that she was actually weeping into his neck, seeking comfort there in his arms.

Rick watched for a moment before he looked to Daryl. "We have a problem. It's been here ever since we've moved in..."

"The tombs?" Daryl asked which earned him a nod.

"Vera says we're practically overrun down there. The hole at the back of the prison, it's not giving us a chance against hordes."

"So what do we do?"

"We have to go down there."

"Is that safe?" Dany asked quite suddenly which drew their eyes to her.

Rick held her eyes awhile like he was trying to understand why it was she cared. "It will be but we have to do it. There isn't another way. We can't be weak from one side."

"We head there tonight?" Daryl asked and Rick nodded. "Let me gather some things."

Rick turned away from the main area and walked off towards the cell block. Dany noticed how no one went after him, they just began to gather things that would be useful. Instead she followed him, walked straight up the stairs he was climbing.

"What if you don't come back?" She asked, her voice weighted with worry.

He looked back at her. "Everyone knows what to do." He replied as if that was the only thing to say.

"They do. But what happens if Woodbury comes?

His gaze intensified as he looked at her. He was trying to figure out why he felt so keen on listening to her, why her words cut him so deeply to his core.

"They know what to do."

"They might know what to do, they might know what you told them to do but they'll die without you there. They rely on you." Emotions rose up in her voice. She hadn't been there for her own people, the things she had done, the failures, it rose up to her as the worst kind of memory. She was trying to prevent something else like that from happening. Trying to prevent more burdens to be added onto him.

"They know what to do." He simply stated again leaving no room for her to speak again. He turned his back on her and continued up the stairs leaving her there to stare at the empty space he left.

She let out a sigh and dropped her gaze. She could feel something coming and it tore sharply inside of her. She had to do something. He had to listen somehow.