It's time you proved yourself. You swore some vows. I want you to break em'. We shouldn't. We should. Kissed by fire.

The clunks of logs accompanied the calm atmosphere in camp, the gurgles of the infant within the wildling's arms filled the air as she offered advice and gesturing's to a puzzled, fire building Sam while a tense Irenya stood on watch a short distance away.

"You've got too much wood in there." The wildling exasperated.

"But the more wood, the bigger the fire."

"It needs to breathe." The girl added as she pulled the child closer to warm. "Take off that big log." Samwell grunted as he lifted the heavy log and released an impressed sigh as the flames grew.

"Ah, you know your fires."

Irenya smiled as she turned away from them and continued her watch.

"Someone built your fires for you growing up?" The girl asked curiously.

"It doesn't get so cold down in the reach." He paused in thought. "And there were servants, of course."

"I knew you were high born." Her statement caused Irenya to frown, 'high born.' was a new term for her. After a realisation that her presence was not needed or may perhaps hinder, she began a walk of the perimeter of the camp and as she was alone with nothing but the howl of the northern wind, her thoughts began to shift. Had Lord Commander truly died? In squalor and filth with traitorous bastards at fault, with the lack of honour and respect he deserved. One thing she knew, she would have his head. The thief who plunged his dagger into Commander's back, Rast. She will have it. She swore it. Her thoughts fell to Jon, where was he now? Was he following in the steps of his uncle, Benjen? Her soft steps stopped as she slumped against the tree close to her. Would he return to the wall made of ice and soulless eyes? If he returned at all. Her night's watch brother, her friend. Releasing a sigh, she looked about her clearing her mind and continued on. Her friend, by oath.

Irenya scanned the dense treeline before her as the wildling and Sam scampered and waddled behind her in the thick snow. It had at least been a couple of days since the traitors took Craster's keep and Irenya could sense they were coming close to the wall. Ahead, lay a silent, rundown shack, desolate and abandoned. She slinked forward before gesturing for Sam and the wildling. It was becoming dark and mildly from it. The croaks of a raven within a wierwood tree caught both Sam and Irenya's attention, watching as it's black as coal wings flapped, jumping back and forth upon a branch.

"It's getting dark. We could stay here for the night." Sam suggested softly. The wildling glanced at the logs about her before passing the infant towards Sam, watching carefully as he bundled the child within his arms and began gathering wood with Irenya. Shortly after, Sam entered the shack.

"What's your name?" The wildling asked curiously as Irenya gave her a soft, friendly smile while grasping a log.

"Irenya."

"Your a girl. I've never seen a girl crow." Her head tilted,

"I am the first. What is your name?" She smiled.

"Gilly." Her lispy voice beamed.

"Gi-lly." Irenya repeated the name slowly and watched as Gilly nodded.

"You're not from here?"

"No."

"Where you from?" Gilly watched while grasping twigs from the ground.

"It is very far from here." Irenya paused while thinking of a way to describe her homeland to, in her min, a foreigner.

"What's it like?"

"Very warm with horses everywhere." She smiled as she noticed Gilly's surprised stare, blinking rapidly.

"Do you not have a husband?"

"No." Irenya chuckled.

"Why?" She frowned. "Do you want one?"

"My vow says I take no husband. I can't be a wife." Irenya paused in thought as she bundled the wood before giving a kind smile. "Come." Gesturing toward the shack and only then noticing more ravens had begun to land upon the wierwood tree.

"You thought of a name?" Sam broke the silence. Gesturing towards the child as Gilly began to light the fire, Irenya listening on, close to the open doorway. "Don't you think he should have a name?"

"I don't know many boys names." Gilly answered.

"Let's see, there's Duncan, Kevan, Jon..." Sam listed as Irenya's attention was caught, she smiled towards the idea before turning her attention outside. "Guyman, Feldan, Tristifer."

"Craster." Gilly spoke as Sam blinked unsurely.

"Uh..yes. Maybe that's not..."

"Mormont." Irenya's ears perked up to Gilly's sergestion.

"That's a lovely idea, but mormont's a last name." Sam added. "It's a family name. For instance, I'm Samwell Tarley. Samwell is my birth name and Tarley is my family name. My father's name is Randyll Tarley."

"Randyll is a handsome name."

"Please don't call him Randyll." Sam answered sternly causing Gilly to freeze.

"Is your father cruel, like mine?"

"Different manner of cruel."

"Not Randyll, then." Gilly added happily. Irenya stared out of the shack in amazement, standing in silence before gesturing to a worried Sam and Gilly.

"Stay here." Outside, the croaks of Ravens intensified and grew until it rung out harshly. Irenya looked towards the wierwood tree in stunned silence at the many ravens that littered the branches. Soon Sam joined her, grasping his sword and Irenya noticing a frightened Gilly within the doorway before the crowing silenced and a branch snapped in the distance.

"Something is out there." Irenya whispered. Sam's gaze followed as something slowly approached the three, a man with flesh of ice barely clinging to it's bones.

"It's come for the baby." Gilly called as Sam raised his sword fearfully and Irenya wielded her dagger.

"Stay back!" Piercing blue eyes came closer to Sam and the white walker gripped the end of his sword as a shrill ringing filled the air before shattering called out and Sam was Cast aside, harshly hitting the ground. Irenya slashed at it viciously only stopping as it bore no effect, soaring through the air and smashing upon a tree as the creature struck a blow to her stomach and stalked towards Gilly.

"No, you can't have him! No!" Gilly howled as Irenya watched through hazy vision and Samwell screamed, thrusting his dragon glass knife into it's back. It screeched and roared toward Sam as it fell upon it's knees, cracking and shattering into snow, dispelling into the harsh wind.

"Run. Now." Irenya murmured limply as she heaved herself from the ground and the three ran further into the forest.