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The door to Westeros was unassuming and like every other door in the hotel but Jon found that he always knew where it was and how to get it to open so it wasn't a broom closet and it was a way back home. He had been tempted a few times but had never ventured more than a few steps, just satisfying himself with the crunch of his boots against fresh-fallen snow. Today, though, he meant to go further.

Ghost was restless with having been cooped up in the hotel for weeks and while neither of them had liked the heat of the island, there had at least been the jungle to explore and hunt. The places the hotel led were stranger still and none of them that he had found so far had the kind of place he felt comfortable letting Ghost roam in, except one: Westeros. The North had always been his home and after Winterfell, the Wall and Castle Black had become as much a home as a bastard boy would ever have. It was dangerous to go back there considering his own men had tried to kill him but he thought he might journey to one of the other castles, one long abandoned due to simply not having enough men to garrison it.

Rimegate and Sable Hall were far enough away from the manned castles to be safe enough and would provide shelter should the snows grow too deep. Jon wasn't in fear of that. He was well-acquainted with how to survive in the North and knew how best to keep himself safe and warm should a storm come up. It was here that he felt more comfortable than anywhere else - be that the hotel, the island or somewhere in between. It was here that his purpose lay.

"Come, Ghost. Let's go home for a little while and see if anything has changed."

[Find Jon at the open door that leads back to Westeros, which is very snowy and cold at the moment.]

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Leah wasn't sure it was the same thing but then again, Jon was probably the most honest person she'd ever met. "All right, well, I'm just saying, if this deprives me of my sex life I'm kicking your ass," she quipped, trying to make a joke out of it. "I guess I'm ready if you are...I mean, I'd rather not strip down in the hallway. The clothes don't shift with me and I'd rather not rip these shorts. They're comfortable."

"After you, my lady," Jon murmured, motioning at the open door. "I will be happy to carry you clothes until such time as you may need them again."

It was a bit sarcastic, yes, but Leah always brought that out in him and he liked giving in to that biting edge of his wit; he spent too much time being serious by far.

"You're such an ass," Leah grinned, walking through the door and into the crunch of snow. "Oh, okay, cold," she hissed. The island had gotten her really used to the warmth, apparently. She glanced around quickly to make sure it was just the two of them--well, the three of them, counting Ghost--and started to hop out of her shorts and strip off her tank top so she could shift. "You really hung out in this all the time?"

"It was my home," Jon said sincerely. "So, yes. I prefer the cold." He had missed the snow and ice of the Wall, even if the two years he spent on the island had been a nice respite from freezing his nose off.

"There are ways to keep warm in the North, Leah. Many ways."

"You hittin' me up for sex, Galahad?" Leah quipped, even as she tossed her shirt and shorts at him.

And, because she felt pretty stupid just standing naked in the snow, she was quick to shift. It was was an odd feeling, since she'd been on the island for over a year, but at the same time it felt annoyingly natural. Like coming home.

Leah snorted and shook out her fur, digging her paws into the snow to get a feel for the terrain before she padded over to Jon and whined softly, bumping against him with the top of her head.

"Not right this moment," Jon said, laughing a little. The laugh died in his throat as he watched her shift from woman to wolf, dark hair and coppery skin changing into the soft gray fur of her wolf form.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, scratching his fingers just behind her ears the way Ghost often liked to be petted. "And I feel I am at a disadvantage with two born hunters by my side. I will sound impossibly loud in this forest with my clumsy human feet."