Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

fowl, i am unsure, he said. the lake, still a dot on the horizon, though larger than it had been many minutes ago, showed little sign of activity. deer, likely.

and he looked down at the boy, then, smiling with a shake of his head. ducks? no. not unless there is blàth-àite for them to migrate towards. white carpet beneath their toes, darkening clouds within the otherwise pale sky made such a thing obvious to the knight. he moved through the snow with precision, guiding the smaller canine.

i bring down deer for you, cathal. they be weak from winter.