"And I'm Robb Stark," he said with a nod to Steve and Major. "Lyanna is my aunt." As strange as that was, when she was clearly several years younger.

"I've nothing apart from what I've got on," he added with a glance to Lyanna as they trekked the remainder of the distance to the water's edge. The stream before them would have been a good size to begin with, but it was clearly swollen with rainwater, rushing swiftly through the forest.

"Perhaps once we get our bearings, we'll be fortunate enough to be able to follow the stream, or find another to follow. This land seems to have no shortage of them."