North of the Wall, life is unkind. Superstitious tribes of savages carve out what life they can in the cold, raiding settlements south of the Wall when they can, hunting when they cannot. Men gone mad prowl the land like animals- eating raw human flesh and whatever else they can. Huge wolves hunt woolly aurochs and stags in packs numbering in the dozens. Exile beyond the Wall is akin to a death sentance.