Still, it looked like she had managed to delay the inevitable by a day or two. But it didn't matter anymore. Only a few hundred metres of makeshift walls were built to the west. The shore was far too long to fully defend with a simple wall. Even if they closed themselves off in a walled fort, the dead would simply swarm around them and spill into the Gift. Shireen had received a few tactical lessons personally from her father, and from what she understood, the situation was... not good at all. By the grim faces of the lords and chieftains in the last meeting, they had reached a similar conclusion. The moment when the wights could cross through the frozen Bay was the moment the battle would be irrevocably lost unless the snow stopped falling all of a sudden or a miracle happened.