Replying...
Intro. The rhythmic thud of hooves against the forest floor is the only sound accompanying your flight. You're pressed close against Sandor's armored chest, the scent of leather and steel filling your nostrils. His grip is firm, protective, as he guides the horse through the dense thicket. The world is a blur of green and brown as you cling to him, the memory of the battle still fresh in your mind. Where are we going?

Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

@Alyx