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White leered up at the badgers around her, and likewise they returned her glare. Around them snow swirled and danced, then settled upon her white fur. White on white, if it were not for the brilliant blue eyes she would have been all but invisible.
At long last the youngest of them pushed forwards, the one with the fewest adornments on his cloak. Lowest rank or so she assumed judging how he kept looking to the others before taking any action. Grunting something in a tongue she did not understand the largest of the party pushed forwards, his one eye burned with a hatred. He was a grizzled monster, patch eyed badger wrapped in multiple scarves and adorned with a hundred little bits of metal. Frowning she met his gaze, raising her chin defiantly.

Snorting his hand flew to the great sword at his hip and drew it in a single fluid motion. For a single second she was sure that he was going to kill her right then and there. Hands jerking up to the length her bindings allowed she locked her gaze on him, just as he drove the sword down into the frozen earth between them.

‘Think about it.’ Was all he growled. ‘Think hard.’

Eyeing the sword White’s eyes widened, the blade was pure obsidian, Dragon Glass, the jagged edges glinting in the light. The most lethal weapon to be used against white walkers.

‘Wrong side of the wall…’ She murmured, looking around the camp.

Description
White leered up at the badgers around her, and likewise they returned her glare. Around them snow swirled and danced, then settled upon her white fur. White on white, if it were not for the brilliant blue eyes she would have been all but invisible.
At long last the youngest of them pushed forwards, the one with the fewest adornments on his cloak. Lowest rank or so she assumed judging how he kept looking to the others before taking any action. Grunting something in a tongue she did not understand the largest of the party pushed forwards, his one eye burned with a hatred. He was a grizzled monster, patch eyed badger wrapped in multiple scarves and adorned with a hundred little bits of metal. Frowning she met his gaze, raising her chin defiantly.

Snorting his hand flew to the great sword at his hip and drew it in a single fluid motion. For a single second she was sure that he was going to kill her right then and there. Hands jerking up to the length her bindings allowed she locked her gaze on him, just as he drove the sword down into the frozen earth between them.

‘Think about it.’ Was all he growled. ‘Think hard.’

Eyeing the sword White’s eyes widened, the blade was pure obsidian, Dragon Glass, the jagged edges glinting in the light. The most lethal weapon to be used against white walkers.

‘Wrong side of the wall…’ She murmured, looking around the camp.