For the first time in a while, the veil of falling snow was thinned considerably, and she was greeted by the sight of a sea of corpses slowly shambling over the ice towards their fortifications as far as her eye could see. At the north-western part of the wall, the wights had already begun assaulting their defences. In the southwest, the tide of corpses was approaching the undefended parts of the shoreline. The shore was covered by only a thin, newly fallen layer of snow and ice, as the army had used it as a pathway towards the nearby forest. And for fishing before the thick ice had gripped the waters of the Bay. A perfect place to make a big difference. Shireen wheeled the purple drake in that direction.