In the cold, frozen wastes to the north of the Wall of Westeros, they wait and watch. Their pale blue eyes, bluer than the most perfect ice, sweep the horizon for any human foolish enough to travel alone. So if you must venture beyond the Wall, look sharp — lest you fall into the clutches of… the White Pouncers.
Via Imgur.
How do I get there? Will my GPS find it? Wait, lemme get my coat.
Sounds risky. I’m off to borrow some armour from Brienne of Tarth.
I’ll take two!
Whose a cute little ice demon? You are! Yes you are!
blue steel stare of a super model
Powerful piercing gaze there. I pledge fealty to this small creature.
That is one dazzlingly beautiful kitten.
That reminds me, where is Ser Pounce? We haven’t seen him in ages.
Wouldnt it be cool if this kitten could somehow make mr.Martin finally finish that book???
‘Whatever you did, apologize with a can of Tuna and Gravy already.