Northern resumed his day as usual, although due to the previous night's conversation, he was now more aware of his surroundings.
And strangely, they too seemed more aware of him too.
The White Walkers did not miss any slight chance to be vigilant, and the proximity they allowed him to their leaders was intensely supervised.
All these were hints to Northern that something very strange was happening among these creatures.
Perhaps they were not the kind creatures he thought them to be.
But how and why? He was conflicted.
Even up until this very moment, they have not reacted in any contradicting manner as to which they had portrayed themselves.
With how vigilant they are around him, when he walks up to them and greets them, they reply ever so lively, like they are full of so much joy.
