Wapun Meadow bloodgrand

"oil father gives, and oil father takes!" chakliux exclaimed, though he stung inside himself and harbored something similar to dutch's sense of failure on the wolfhunt. he tried to cover this with a smile; he peered through the flying curtain of snow as if looking for an opening.
"when there is a break, i will hunt again. and you will eat. not me."
he was annoyed with himself; it showed in the snort of his jaws, the way he knew he had forced dutch to stop and did not bring a reason why.
he leant forward silently, meaning to inspect his makeshift dressings. a great sense of failure weighed in him, and ciri's lost regard crushed even further.