If anyone is a bit OOC my apologies.

Sandor and Tormund listened to the conversations of the other men as they sat around the fire, desperately trying to stay warm against the frigid wind that whipped around the wall. They could hear the talk about a new warrior that would be joining them in their fight, a warrior that most only knew as 'The Raven.'

The Raven was a dark, shadowy mercenary, a sword for hire by the highest bidder; their reputation was as well known as either of the Clegane brothers. Said to be a creature that bridged the gap between this life and the next; a large black dire wolf followed the Ravens every footstep, and to see either the Raven or the wolf on the battlefield meant sure and certain death.

Sandor and Tormund couldn't help but share knowing glances with one another, they were the only two men that did not fear the warrior that would be making an appearance. They both knew the Raven as someone else, as something else; and unknown to the others this was not the first time that the warrior had been to the wall or beyond its boundary.

Both of the large men couldn't help but smile a little as they listened to the flights of fancy that surrounded the warrior. Who would have thought that the crows at the wall would be scared of a Raven? Or that they would gossip like women at their sewing.

It had been sometime since either man had seen the Raven, and both wanted to see them for their own reasons; and when the warrior arrived in the morning both men would probably have some explaining to do.

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Sandor was woken by a clamour of activity outside, he sat on the edge of his bed momentarily, nursing a stupendous hangover.

"Are ya comin or not?" Tormund called out.

"The Raven is comin."

Sandor suddenly stood up, rushing out to join the red head.

"Why the hell didn't ya get me earlier. We still hav ta explain everything ta Snow when he finds out." Sandor said, looking over at Tormund.

"Ya not tellin me ya scared of the pretty crow?" Tormund scoffed as they walked to join the rest of the crowd.

"I ain't scared of no man." Sandor huffed, as the two large men pushed their way to the front of the crowd, and stood next to Jon.

"The Raven is nearly here." Sandor said, causing Jon to look up at him.

"How do you know?" Jon asked as he watched Sandor point to the heavens. Following his finger, Jon saw two perfect white ravens circle in the sky above the men. Before Jon could ask Sandor how he knew that the white birds indicated the Raven was close, the howl of a dire wolf split the frozen air, before the largest, blackest wolf that Jon had ever seen came into view, running at an incredible speed towards the throng of men.

Jon's hand reached for the hilt of his sword, only to be stopped by Tormund.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you crow; if ya touch Vargr, the Raven won't be happy."

Jon looked with confusion at the big men that stood at his sides, how did Sandor and Tormund know so much about the Raven? How did they know about the white ravens and the dire wolf?

Before Jon could ask the questions out loud, the dire wolf stopped in front of them; looking at the three, the wolf's bright blue eyes fell on Tormund. If Jon didn't know better, he would swear that he saw the dire wolf smile as it nuzzled its snout into Tormund's hand.

"Well it's good ta see ya again too Vargr. I hope yuv been lookin after the Raven for us." Tormund said to the beast as it circled around him, coming to sit at rest by his side.

Jon was beyond confused as he looked at the large smile on the big red heads face. His confusion was only added to when he watched the circling white ravens descend from the heavens and come to rest on either shoulder of Sandor, cawing happily to him.

"Are either of you going to explain any of this to me?" Jon asked, as Tormund began to laugh.

"You'll see when the Raven gets ere." Sandor said, giving Jon a hearty slap on the back.

Their conversation was interrupted by a murmur from the men behind them, and the sound of thundering hooves speeding towards them across the frozen tundra.

The mass of men watched as a dark figure a top a large black horse came into view, the three animals, that had been at rest, becoming alert once again, as their master approached.

Within moments the two imposing creatures came to a halt in front of Jon, Sandon and Tormund. Jon couldn't help but catch the wide smile that had come to the face of the of the fiery Wildling, and the more subtle grin on the face of Sandor.

The rider dismounted their steed, the warrior's large, heavy boots landing with a thud on the icy ground. Slowly the Raven removed the helmet that covered their features. The first thing that Jon saw was a cascade of long black hair fall down the Raven's back, then he saw the eyes, eyes that were as bright blue as the dire wolfs and sparkled softly in the morning sun. Then he saw her........the Raven was a woman.

Jon couldn't help but stare, the tanned skin of her face was littered with scares of battle, but none marred her obvious beauty. Her stature was impressive, she was taller and stronger looking than any woman he had seen, but this only accentuated the feminine curves he could see under her leather armour, and heavy coat of furs.

Before Jon could introduce himself to the warrior she rushed over to Sandor, throwing herself into the arms of the big man. Jon had never seen Sandor so gentle as he watched him kiss the head of the Raven. As the two warriors separated, the Raven took Sandor's face in her hands.

"As handsome as ever I see big brother." The Raven said softly as she kissed Sandor's scared cheek.

"Ya got big lass, and more beautiful if that's possible." Sandor said, pulling the woman into his arms once again.

"Oi, the only one she's allowed ta be big and beautiful for is me." Tormund said, as he pulled the Raven from her brother's arms.

"Hello love, how's my favourite Wildling?" The Raven asked, as Tormund held her close and kissed her lips.

"Better now my woman is back with me." Tormund said, a seductive smirk on his face.

Suddenly there was a cough from behind the trio, all three of them turning to see a confused Jon looking at them.

"Is anyone going to introduce me, seeing as I am the only one that doesn't seem to know this lady." Jon said, crossing his arms across his chest.

The Raven laughed. "Forgive me Lord Snow; may I introduce myself. My name is (Y/n) Clegane, or (Y/n) Giantsbane, depending on who you are talking to. I am Sandor's sister, and Tormund's woman." (Y/n) said, looking over at the two men.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Commander, I am at your service." (Y/n) said, offering Jon her hand.

As Jon went to speak, Tormund pulled her away. "You can talk to (Y/n) later crow, first my woman and I have some fuckin to catch up on." Tormund said, picking up the Raven and walking off.

"There are some things a brother should never have ta hear, and that's one of em." Sandor groaned, his normal gruff demeanour returning.

As Sandor walked off to nurse his hangover, Jon stood there wide eyed. How would the wall cope with a Raven, her hound brother and her wildling lover all together? Jon wasn't sure but it would definitely be interesting finding out.