[ Jaskier's scolding goes ignored. Geralt's steps are silent as he navigates the uneven ground to where the gryphon is making hissing squawks. First the pigeon, now this. Perhaps he should put Will retrieve wayward pets as part of him job description when searching for a contract.
The baby chaigon rolls into a tree and bounces. Mog creeps closer, as if sensing his chance. Then his wings open and Geralt promptly snatches him up by the scruff of his neck.
That is unmistakably the sound of an adult chaigon coming. He says nothing about it, does not hurry or look back, just tucks the gryphon under one arm and grabs Jaskier by the elbow. They're only dangerous if threatened. Best to leave. He's not looking to fight something he isn't paid for. ]
Come on. [ He leads Jaskier along, Mog chirping. At least these miniature gryphons don't seem to fucking fly. Behind them, the heavy stomping steps grow louder. Fuck, where's Roach? ] Put a damn lead on him next time.
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The baby chaigon rolls into a tree and bounces. Mog creeps closer, as if sensing his chance. Then his wings open and Geralt promptly snatches him up by the scruff of his neck.
That is unmistakably the sound of an adult chaigon coming. He says nothing about it, does not hurry or look back, just tucks the gryphon under one arm and grabs Jaskier by the elbow. They're only dangerous if threatened. Best to leave. He's not looking to fight something he isn't paid for. ]
Come on. [ He leads Jaskier along, Mog chirping. At least these miniature gryphons don't seem to fucking fly. Behind them, the heavy stomping steps grow louder. Fuck, where's Roach? ] Put a damn lead on him next time.