[ Geralt may or may not be difficult to spot, perched on the training posts several feet up. He's not maneuvering over them, only sitting atop one with his heels resting against the sides of the tall wooden pole.
On the ground, a white wolf prowls. Its shaggy fur is grey in places. Visible scars mark its body. Though he didn't create the wolf, it feels like his. Not a pet—though some certainly feed it as though it's one—but. A companion, perhaps. Even if he's aware it isn't anything except a manifestation.
The Horizon is best taken without excessive thought.
He hears the crunch of snow before he sees the figure walk in. A familiar one. For a moment, Geralt watches. Then he hops off the pillar. ]
That one won't bite. [ Unlike his warning about the wolves of Nocwich. ] Usually.
wolfwood.
On the ground, a white wolf prowls. Its shaggy fur is grey in places. Visible scars mark its body. Though he didn't create the wolf, it feels like his. Not a pet—though some certainly feed it as though it's one—but. A companion, perhaps. Even if he's aware it isn't anything except a manifestation.
The Horizon is best taken without excessive thought.
He hears the crunch of snow before he sees the figure walk in. A familiar one. For a moment, Geralt watches. Then he hops off the pillar. ]
That one won't bite. [ Unlike his warning about the wolves of Nocwich. ] Usually.