Integrating the North and the Free Folk

"Who said that?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a cool, clear voice cut in.

The Wildlings froze. It was an unfamiliar voice they had never heard before.

"Where's that damned warg?"

The red-nosed Wildling's eyes widened as he searched the group for the warg.

As a scout, how could he have let the enemy get so close?

He turned around. The male warg, with dry hair and a gaunt frame, stood dazed, his eyes still rolled back.

"Caw!"

The Grey Eagle circled overhead, crying out in alarm again and again.

From a blind spot on one side of the mountaintop, two figures emerged, one tall and one short.

Rhaegar walked forward calmly, Blackfyre in hand. "A group with a warg is rare even among the Free Folk."

His gaze fell on Robb, whose lips were cracked and dry.

"Your Grace."

Robb was so excited that he tried to rush forward, but someone held him back.

Rhaegar nodded to him and asked, "Where are the giants?"

"The giants are Wildlings too. They're being held at the Free Folk camp."

Robb answered quickly, struggling to shake his shoulders free.

The king had arrived, and these men still dared to tie him up.

"How did you evade the warg?"

The red-nosed Wildling swiftly drew his axe and stood in front of the warg, who had lost the ability to move.

"Evade him?" Rhaegar blinked and answered offhandedly, "I don't think I did."

The Children of the Forest darted forward, their green eyes widening as they fixed on the Grey Eagle overhead.

"Caw!"

The Grey Eagle let out a mournful cry and plummeted, barely keeping itself aloft.

The Children of the Forest reacted quickly, letting the bird land on their slender arm.

At the sight, the Wildlings were shocked.

"Children of