Somewhere irue NorthPOV of Domeric Bolton

  He looked at the white direwolf. She would be given to Raksa so he should name her with a simple herwise, Raksa might not say her name correctly.

  He put his hand on the white direwolf’s head and said. “Your name will be Ghost. So that you may collect lives without aig otlefield.”

  Theuro the red direwolf which was going to be Varko's rade. “Your name will be age. So that you may sughter the troops otlefield.

  After that, he looked at the st direwolf. With her golden fur, she looked both royal and intimating. “I will not name you. I want my aunt to name you wheurn to the Dreadfort. You should alrotect her from any harm. This will be your lifetime mission.”

  The golden direwolf bowed her head and accepted her mission.

  “Okay, time to go back to the camp.” He said and climbed on the back of Grim. He thought of making a saddle frim in the past but then he gave up the idea.

  With stig and cushioning charms, he didn’t need a saddle. Also, with a saddle Grim would look more tame and he didn’t want that. Without a saddle, he looked more wilder and intimating. But others couldn’t use magic, so he had to make saddles for his hree direwolves wheuro Dreadfort.

  “Let's go.” He said aoward his camp.

  When they arrived at camp his men were armed at first when they saw four direwolf in the distance. But then they realized who he was and weled him into the camp and some of them ran to inform Walton, Varko, and Raksa.

  Walton was the first oo arrive at his side and said with a bow. “Wele back, my lord. I hope you are in good health. Do you have any injuries? Did you find what you sought?”

  “Aye, I am back, and my health is perfect. You don’t have to worry. And I did find what I sought, so this expedition was a success.” Domeric replied with a smirk on his face.

  “The me gratute you, my lord.” Walton said with the same smirk on his face. After all hoeople have goo the True North i turies and how many of them have found what they sought? This expedition was not an aplishment just for his lord. It was also an aplishment for Walton and his men.

  While they were speaking Varko and Raksa also joihem.

  “Dom… Dom… you came back.” Raksa ran to him and hugged him, gently this time.

  “Wele back, my lord.” Varko weled him with his usual seriousness.

  “H?mm, I am back.”

  After Raksa and Varko weled him, they looked at three new direwolves behind Domeric. Walton also was looking at them now.

  Domeric didn’t keep them waiting and expined. “These three are our new panions. Raksa, didn’t you say that you wanted a direwolf? This one will be your panion iure. Her name is Ghost. Take care of her well iure, okay?”

  “Really Dom? Hmm, I will take care of Ghost. Don’t worry.” She said and ran to hug her new panion.

  “The red one's name is age. Take care of him well Varko.” He turo Varko and said.

  “age? I liked his hank you, my lord, for yenerosity.” He said ao his direwolf’s side.

  Then Domeric turo Walton and saw his expression of expectation. He smiled wryly. “Don’t look at me like that. The golden one is for my aunt.”

  “Haha, I wasn’t expeg anything. The me enough. I will go ready them for marg, my lord.” Walton said while turning around. It was a little bit shameful situation for him. But, he really wanted a direwolf for himself and couldn’t trol his expression for a moment.

  “Don’t be sad Walton. Who knows, maybe I find another direwolf on the way back to the Wall. By the way, what color direwolf would you like to have?”

  Walton turned baeric again and with a smile on his face, he said. “Then I will thank you for yenerosity, my lord. As for color, it would be perfect if it has grey fur like at the Stark banner or a brown fur one like a bear.”

  “H?mm, I’ll see what I do. Now prepare the men. I want to return my nds as soon as possible.” He said.

  “Yes, my lord.” Walton replied a.

  Domeric turo Varko. “Oy, Varko, we’ll march when we and when we ’t, we’ll train. I o improve my swordsmanship. Also, I want to include Raksa in our training. What do you think?”

  “Are you sure? She might be to for you.” Varko said to him.

  Domeric was already training with Varko for a while. But he didn’t train with Raksa yet. More precisely, he tried to spar with her once, but she nearly killed him with a powerful strike, so he didn’t dare to spar with her again.

  “She improved her trol. So, it shouldn’t be a problem now. I think… I hope…” He said but his voice was unving.

  “Anyway, I’ll scout the way so prepare to march. Don’t fet to tell Raksa as well. We’ll traiime wheop to rest.”

  “Yes, my lord. I will. Don’t worry.”

  Domeriodded to him and called Hedwig’s name. “Hedwig.”

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