[Dion plants his lance in the ground once he thinks he hears more of the beasts... but he needn't have bothered. He can hear their bodies hit the snow, and Geralt comes into the small light around him, as one wisp remains by his side to not leave him in complete darkness.

The prince takes the offering, rising to his feet with only a slight wince. Hardly the worst wound he's taken, but still a painful one.]

Not the first bite. [He points, with his lance, to the one whose teeth broke on his arm. He rolls his sleeve back down, leaning some of his weight off the leg and onto his lance. (Terence would have been sure to give him an earful for being careless.)] I am like to think it shan't have complained about the second.

[It would have taken more of him, to be sure, given the chance.] They were far more agile than I expected. I must confess, I am more accustomed to fighting man than beast. [At least not beasts like this. Agile, lithe predators, moving like a pack of wolves, but more unsuspecting about it. With the cries of humans. It is for those reasons, he suspects, that woman fell victim to them.

Dion turns his attentions to the Witcher, looking him once over.] You are unharmed?