AN/ Sorry for the slow updates. Work sucks, and I like to party on my days off. Drug binges take up so much free time.

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Chapter 6: I Totally Did That

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The wind howled as it blew over the smoke hole in the roof of my tent. Lord Glover had offered me lodging inside of Deepwood Motte, but I preferred to stay with my bears on the edge of the forest. The sun was lowering on the horizon. Several hundred men were camped outsid3e the walls of the Motte. their fires glowed in the twilight.

I lay back exhausted onto my furs. I'd spent the day growing used to moving around in my bear's skins armored in steel. It was strangely exhausting. I was as unused to the steel plate I'd been gifted as my skins were. Fang, Claw, Rip, and Tear were utterly massive in their shining steel. Alyse, I had told to wear my old chainmail shirt and get used to it's weight. I wouldn't be going even to battle without her warm vice to ease my cock's strain at night.

I rolled over, exhausted, and reached for my wife. She wasn't next to me. I sat up quickly. "Alyse?" I called out into the twilight.

My bears stirred from slumber outside the tent as I woke them from their exhausted sleep. I felt panic rising. Where was she? Why wasn't she here? I threw the breastplate of my armor and buckled it. I watched through my bear's eyes as the fires of the kneeler warriors flickered in the distance.

I listened through their ears as a shout was taken up among them. "Wildling!" Alyse's voice called out. "He's a wildling raider! Not a mummer!"

Shit...

Didn't she know I loved her? I would have put many a babe in that soft cunt of hers and made her a happy mother. I would have let her be the lady of a southern castle, once I'd taken one. I'd have bought her all the pretty things a greedy southerner could want.

"He's a murderer. He killed my husband and children!" She continued to shout into the camp of kneelers.

Curse you old gods. You always find a way to fuck a northerner over, don't you?

I pulled the rest of my armor on and began piling my belongings onto the sled I'd had built to carry my things on the march to battle. A few of the kneelers were in a rush to attack me. a dozen men ran down the snow covered hill that the castle sat on. I had the unarmored and unnamed young cub skins head their way in the dark.

Five white furred snowbear cubs blended into the snow under the starlight as I put the sled's harness onto Claw's armored and pregnant form. She lumbered into the forest, dragging the sled behind her. My male, Fang, and the other two pregnant females, Rip and Tear, headed to the kneeler camp to slow down the pursuit that was sure to come.

I hopped onto the sled and closed my eyes, giving my full awareness to the chaos my skins were about to make. The dozen men who had charged my camp were dead before they knew what hit them. Snow makes men slow. I doubt they would have put up much of a fight against 2 snowbear cubs. All 5 came out of the darkness with claws out and teeth bared.

Rip, Tear, and Fang clanked and clanged in the darkness. There would be no surprise to be had against the men in the camp. The kneelers were still resting around the fires for the most part. Rip and tear were heading to one part, while Fang headed for another.

I was filled with mirth as the horses panicked. Fang burst into the fence that made the make-shift stables for the horsemen of the party. Claws flashing left and right, I made aimed to break legs more than kill the horses. but when more than 1,500 lbs of muscle hits you with claws the size of knives, you tend to have more death than not.

A few frenzied arrows came Fang's way as he smashed the horses of the camped kneelers, but more were headed towards Rip and Tear. They were all three coated with a massive chainmail undercoat and heavy steel plates, so the arrows did nothing but annoy me.

As Rip and Tear charged through the center of their camp, I had only one target in mind. Men howled with agony like mad dogs as my massive skins ran them over. There was no mercy for the men who stood together in a makeshift shield wall in an attempt to halt the charging snowbears. The target of my ire came in sight.

Alyse was running toward the castle's walls at full sprint, screeching like a banshee. Faster than I had ever seen a human run before. The gates slammed shut behind her as she ran to safety. My bears howled like demons as the camp of half-drunk kneelers got their armor on and weapons in hand.

My bears ran into the darkness before the line of men with boar-spears could be brought to bare. The camp was left in utter disarray. I could hear the lamentations of weeping camp followers from miles away as my cubs finally caught up with the clanking and clanging adult snowbears and I on the forest trail as I headed back north.

You broke my heart Alyse. You destroyed my nice and easy life as a kneeler knight in the south. Now all of the south would be after my head. What a horrible wife you made.

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I'll be damned if I ever take another wife again. I looked behind me as Claw made her way through the forest. Her fur parted a little under her tail to show her hairy animal sex. I frowned and looked down between my legs.

It'd be slack as a leather sack, but better than being betrayed.

Guess I'd be Veranyr, Husband of Bears, now. Because I'll be damned if I stick my cock in another traitorous human female again.

Dammit...

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The trip back north was made far faster than the trip south. I knew the way, and I knew where the villages were. The birds I took as skins showed 100 men on horse trailing after me, a day and a half behind, and falling ever further behind as I fled.

I sent rats into their supplies, forcing them to forage. I sacked every little town on the way, crippling or killing everyone, and burning all the houses to cinders. They would stop to bury the bodies, buying me a few hours each time.

I knew the kneelers communicated with ravens now, and kept a few hawks in the air, to keep them away from my target. I couldn't let them know about me, or all was lost. My destination was plain to see in my flight. I didn't have time to cover my tracks with the horsemen on my trail.

Two cubs became weak with the pace I set, so I left them to hide in a destroyed village and feast on the bodies to strengthen a little before they were going to ambush the riders chasing me. They managed to kill 4 men before they were poked full of spears.

The sensation of dying, of spear stabbing, was new to me. It spurred me into greater speed. I fled for the Shadowtower with all haste. The armored bears were nearly all muscle and bone. The week and a half of running had sapped the fat right off of them.

It made them fiercer and faster than ever. I would make sure to keep all my bears heavy with muscle and not fat from now on. They didn't need the fat for the winters anyway. I didn't plan to hibernate for the winter, and neither would they.

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The bridge of skulls was not defended by a wall of spears when I came in sight of it. Only the usual crows with bows perched in their nests above the bridge. "Make way!" I shouted as I rode passed the Shadowtower. "Make way for the royal bears of Lord Stark!" I shouted as heavy paws ran across the bridge.

Crows gave a wide berth to the bears traveling across the bridge. There was nothing in their vows about stopping those who wished to travel north, and they weren't about to take those vows now with 7 snowbears running north like the hounds of hell were chasing them.

I saw through a raven's eye as another raven finally made it to the Shadowtower.

I'd beat the news of my coming. I'd made it into the north. I was safe. And now I'd be free to...

Die here, trapped in the north, with all the world left to see. OI had nothing but some steel and a sled to show for my trip south. No glorious raids or battles to my name. Just Veranyr the Sneak, and a few bears, alone in the world.

I laid back on the sled with a sigh. I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked at the kneeler's map as I held it in my hands. My fingers traced the shorelines of the lands I'd never see. I imagined the apples I'd never taste again, and the wine I'd never drink. Was this all there was for me? A frozen land of hardship and struggle? While the kneelers got to live fat and easy in the warm south?

No...

I'll not let it end like this.

A sneaky thought entered my sneaky head. A sneaky plan formed by a sneaky man. As I looked at the map, I knew it was utter madness. But I am 14, and a man on my own. Without a wife or children to protect, I had nothing else to do.

I had to do what no man had done in 100 years. and after that, I had to do what no man had done in the 8,000 years before that. There was only one way I would get the life of ease I wanted. Gazing at the map, Sneaky thoughts formed into a sneaky plan.

Step one. Gain fame like no other free-folk had done before me.

Step two. Use that fame to create an unstoppable army.

Step three. Destroy the wall once and for all.

Step four. Kill all the kneeler lords.

Step five. Live the easy life in the south.

But how do I go about getting that fame? How do I do what Tormund can't? What Mance can't? What the Weeper and Lord of Bones can't do...

I traced my finger along the shore of the north into the lands of always winter. I smiled. It was sneaky beyond all reason. I'd explore the lands of always winter.

That would need an awful lot of sneaky.

I sniffed back the un-manlike tears that had threatened to overwhelm me. I had something to live for now. A dream. All I had to do was sneak. Sneak bigger and better than any sneak before me. I smiled wide.

I could be sneaky.