red winter

And suddenly Ghost was back, stalking softly between two weirwoods. White fur and red eyes, Jon realized disquieted. Like the trees...

The wolf had something in his jaws. Something Black.
"What's he got there?" asked Bowen Marsh, Frowning.
"To me, Ghost." Jon knelt. "Bring it here."
The direwolf trotted to him. Jon heard Samwell Tarly's sharp intake of breath.
"Gods be good," Dywen muttered. "That's a hand."

My form of Game of Thrones tribute I guess. This part of the book gave me the chills. I'm not sure If I wanna call this finished, but for now I think I'm going to stop.