Tormund's POV
Him and the hound had been walking for more than a week, both tired and ready to have a hot meal at Winterfell. Darkness had already fallen, but for some reason the Hound insisted on going a few more miles before resting for the night.
Tormund was ready to sit down and get some shuteye, he was about to voice his protest- when Sandor's hand hit him in the chest. Tormund looked over at him and saw the dog holding his finger in front of his face, telling him to be quiet.
He looked around and took a step past the hound, when he heard a growl. He saw the red eyes first, then the white pelt of Jon's direwolf. Tormund recognized the beast from his time up at the wall, Ghost had been an ally in battle- and knew the damage the creature could do to a person.
Sandor lifted the spear Tormund had given him earlier and was about to throw it at ghost- when Tormund threw his hand up to stop the hound from making a stupid mistake.
Ghost had seen how he had stopped the hound from hurting him, and stopped growling allowing them to come closer. Tormund bent his knee and began lighting a fire with the supplies they had brought with them.
"What are you doing, that thing will eat us, you idiot." The hound shoved him from behind before hearing a growl from Ghost for his actions- he stopped immediately.
Tormund smiled at that, "That there is Jon Snow's direwolf, if you want to be the one to try to kill the beast- be my guest. But I just saved you from that thing, as you so call it. So you better be grateful."
The fire had been lit and it gave them a real chance to look at Ghost, who looked to be laying on top of something.
Something familiar.
He got up to inspect what Ghost was laying on, when the beast started to growl again.
The hound looked apprehensive, "I don't think that thing wants you getting any closer…"
"I think it's sitting on a person, out in this weather, they could be dead." He moved forward even still, and the wolf raised it's head and growled even more.
Tormund looked at the girl he was protecting and realized with a gasp, that he recognized her.
"Its that dragon queen, the one that came to save us from the hoard." Tormund yelled over his shoulder at the hound who stood up and looked at the girl-queen.
Sandor heard the growling of the beast and looked to the sky in annoyance, "Well shit…."
Any questions or comments you have would be appreciated PS I know it's super short lol sorry!