[ Stood a few feet away, Geralt is silent and still. He's watching mostly out of curiosity, and in part to see if he does need to step in, though he doesn't think he will.
A hollow smack, and the bird tumbles into the snowbank below. Hm. That's not a bad aim.
Only then does Geralt move forward, picking up the grouse by the tail. Warm to the touch. His glance back to Mat is satisfied. ]
Could use a couple more.
[ About a dozen or so mouths to feed back there. ]
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A hollow smack, and the bird tumbles into the snowbank below. Hm. That's not a bad aim.
Only then does Geralt move forward, picking up the grouse by the tail. Warm to the touch. His glance back to Mat is satisfied. ]
Could use a couple more.
[ About a dozen or so mouths to feed back there. ]