The White Walkers [Part 1]

Upon hearing what he said, Raven tried her best to get up. It was harder than she had expected it to be; she had been crouching for a while, so her joints freaking ached as she tried to stand up.

But it was not enough to make her worried. She dismissed the pain with no expression on her face and observed her surroundings warily.

Even though what Northern had stated was pretty vague before her eyes and—to an extent—incredible senses, she investigated with keen attention to all details.

Northern, however, was less investigative; he just stood there, hands clawed as if they were getting ready to carve out one's heart.

"Northern... are you su—"

"Shhh," Northern placed a finger on his lips to shut her up quickly.

Raven had her doubts; she wasn't, after all, one that relied on others for anything.

She loved to make her own plans and deduce her own facts. Because it can be pretty uncomfortable and disappointing to rely on people.