Two Rivers Isle Just for a minute, the silver forked sky

Ulrich was amazed that Adylaide had actually caught anything. He stared at her open-mouthed for a moment, looking at the stain of blood around her maw, the crimson on the ground, the dead bird. He had thought this particular hunting lesson would end in futility, as he was no good at catching birds. I... I think the student has surpassed the master, he murmured.

He cleared his throat, shaking himself. If you want to go after the others, we can. However, I must warn you, I have never once successfully caught a bird. Perhaps you must teach me. He glanced down at the dead bird again. If we're going to go after the others, we shouldn't eat this one now, but save it for the caches. The blood will scare the other birds away and we will never get close enough again.