[Charles let's an arrow fly; it hits just south of one swan, which flies away. Silently, he mouths shit and reaches for another arrow. This time he's more successful. It's celebrated by the quietest fist pump in history.
Already the ailing birds are beginning to change in appearance. One lets off a honking noise, warning the others that something's amiss, which sees Charles pointing to himself and that he'll go one way around the clearing if Snow goes the other.]
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Already the ailing birds are beginning to change in appearance. One lets off a honking noise, warning the others that something's amiss, which sees Charles pointing to himself and that he'll go one way around the clearing if Snow goes the other.]