[The notion he might be useful bait had crossed Myr's mind as well, and spent enough time there he'd planned for the eventuality. The stag in him hated the idea, of course, but it wasn't the one making decisions.
He turns his head toward the northeast--the motion uncannily like he could follow Geralt with the eyes he hasn't got--before delicately stepping after the Turnskin.]
Nothing definite. [The birds remain perched on his antlers as he moves, apparently along for the ride. Periodically, one of them will twitter and bat its wings just as he's about to trip over something; he pauses, then, and adjusts course.] The bear might have been making unusual sounds. She might have had a fluttering piece of color on her. [So, a crying bear with a piece of clothing.]
They don't have very long memories. If we find a crow--or even a jay--on our way, they might have more to tell me.
[There does, at least, seem to be a place up ahead where something bear-sized forced its way through the undergrowth into the forest proper. Lots of jaggy sticks, there--the kind that are good for catching tufts of fur and loose thread.]
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He turns his head toward the northeast--the motion uncannily like he could follow Geralt with the eyes he hasn't got--before delicately stepping after the Turnskin.]
Nothing definite. [The birds remain perched on his antlers as he moves, apparently along for the ride. Periodically, one of them will twitter and bat its wings just as he's about to trip over something; he pauses, then, and adjusts course.] The bear might have been making unusual sounds. She might have had a fluttering piece of color on her. [So, a crying bear with a piece of clothing.]
They don't have very long memories. If we find a crow--or even a jay--on our way, they might have more to tell me.
[There does, at least, seem to be a place up ahead where something bear-sized forced its way through the undergrowth into the forest proper. Lots of jaggy sticks, there--the kind that are good for catching tufts of fur and loose thread.]