He knew he could afford to spend a few hours while his dragon rested, so he nudged Winter towards the southwest. Every time they stopped to take a break, he felt restless. Logically, he knew that if Daenerys and Aegon wanted to come North and fight, they would have done so in the last month. Still, the possibility of his enemies descending on Winterfell while he was not there made his stomach lurch painfully. This whole trip was a gamble-he gambled that the Targaryens would not prepare to attack before dealing with House Lannisters first. And Casterly Rock would not fall quickly, dragons or not. And even if they abandoned their campaign to the Westerlands, it would take at least a few months before they could move their troops to the Neck to grasp a hold on the North.