Ygritte ran faster than the wind whipping her hair across her face, and was more frantic than a mother who had lost her child. Her very existence depended on her feet and how fast they could carry her. She didn't pay attention to the gathering clouds or to the mountains she carried herself and Osha over the next few nights. Everyday was a blur of feet and trees, trees that pressed against her and nearly suffocated the will to live buried deep within. Finally after two weeks of a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and a sprint through unfamiliar terrain, Ygritte and Osha were safe. The morning of the fifteenth day, the pair awoke to see clouds gathering in the distance.

"Thunder?" Osha suggested.

"Worse," Ygritte said through clenched teeth, "Snow. And lots of it."

"Winter is coming." Osha stated with defeat. "Winter is coming and we're hopelessly lost."

"Not hopelessly lost, just, unable to find where we are." Ygritte tried to dance around the truth. A still silence filled the air, crushing them. "Fine. Lost. Hopelessly, undeniably lost."

"It doesn't matter. I just need to know who that man was." Osha dismissed the previous predicament to focus on the stranger.

"I don't know. All I know is he was dressed in all black except his hair. His hair was white."

"Aye, probably a crow. But why did he let us lose him?"

Ygritte cocked her head to the side. "Let us? No, we ran!"

"Them crows are more stubborn and stupid then a Wildling. They don't ever give up."

"Ok. So then what do we do?"

"Nothing."

-•-•-•-•-•-•-

Jon Snow was tired and cold. Not to mention borderline feverish and hungry. He travelled only a little further before falling from his horse and crushing his arm under the weight of his armor.

"Ahh! Fucking hell!" Jon cried out to no one.

His eyes shut hard, and he grit his teeth. He pulled himself to a sitting position. He was too far north to turn back, and the Karstarks were a bunch of assholes he hated. But just up ahead... smoke.

Fire.

Warmth.

Jon hobbled as far as he could before he called out to the people sitting around the fire.

"Help!" He yelled, "Please!"

And then he caught a glimpse of her. Her hair that was kissed by fire. Her eyes that twinkled like stars.

He saw Ygritte. And she saw him.