Э да...
The dark recedes again … for a little while. But beyond the Wall, the enemy grows stronger, and should he win the dawn will never come again. She wondered if it had been his face that she had seen, staring out at her from the flames. No. Surely not. His visage would be more frightening than that, cold and black and too terrible for any man to gaze upon and live. The wooden man she had glimpsed, though, and the boy with the wolf’s face … they were his servants, surely … his champions, as Stannis was hers.
Здесь она явно воспринимает и Бладрейвена (wooden man) и Брана (boy with wolf's face) как чьих-то слуг и чемпионов. И этот "кто-то" - зло за стеной, чей лик так холоден, жуток и чёрен, что увидев его человек умрёт - совершенно определённо отождествлён с Великим Иным:
Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.