His dragon rumbled and shuffled uneasily in protest as soon as he was saddled. However once Jon mounted Winter, he quickly took off in the sky without any dallying. The exhilaration of merging his mind with the one of his familiar was just as strong as the first time. The snowy trees of the wolfswood extended to the west as far as the eye could see. There was just something joyful about the view of an endless expanse of trees stretching to the horizon. In his previous world, he had seen nature slowly getting choked by the strangling grasp of civilization. Towards the end, before total war erupted there were scarcely any large forests left.