His brother was loping around the walls, full of fury. Round and round he went, night after day after night, tireless, searching... for prey, for a way out, for his mother, his littermates, his pack... searching, searching, and never finding.
弟弟正充满怒意地绕着高墙跑跳。他绕啊绕，白天也绕晚上也绕，从不疲累，不断寻找……寻找猎物，寻找出路，寻找母亲，寻找他的兄弟姐妹……他找啊找，却怎么也找不到。
Behind the trees the walls rose, piles of dead man-rock that loomed all about this speck of living wood. Speckled grey they rose, and moss-spotted, yet thick and strong and higher than any wolf could hope to leap. Cold iron and splintery wood closed off the only holes through the piled stones that hemmed them in. His brother would stop at every hole and bare his fangs in rage, but the ways stayed closed.
树林后面就是高墙，用没有生命的人类岩石堆叠而成，围绕着这片小树林。高墙虽然灰纹斑驳，遍布青苔，却坚实而高峻，再大的狼也无法跳过。石山中唯一的几个洞被冰冷的铁条和碎木堵住，弟弟每经过一个洞，就会停下来怒露尖牙，但阻隔依旧。

He had done the same the first night, and learned that it was no good. Snarls would open no paths here. Circling the walls would not push them back. Lifting a leg and marking the trees would keep no men away. The world had tightened around them, but beyond the walled wood still stood the great grey caves of man-rock. Winterfell, he remembered, the sound coming to him suddenly. Beyond its sky-tall man-cliffs the true world was calling, and he knew he must answer or die.
被关进来的头一天晚上，他也做过同样的事，但他发现这没用。咆哮开不了路，绕着墙跑无法把墙推走，抬脚在树上作记号也不能把人赶开。世界缩小到只剩这一小块被高墙围绕的树林，可在那之外，人类岩石所筑成的巨大灰洞依旧耸立。临冬城，一个声音突然传来，使他想了起来。在高如天空的人造绝壁之外，真正的世界在呼唤。他必须回应，否则必死无疑。