[Given the choice between food magically provided for her and killing magical talking animals to eat them...
Gretel's gone for the latter.
She's more used to hunting witches, but she's had to live off the land before. Every step in the snow is careful. It's a bit of a fight, moving like this, since the snow from a few days ago hasn't had any time to melt, but she's good at what she does. And the deer she's pursuing? Well. She's downwind enough that it doesn't have a clue she's there until her crossbow bolt shoots right between its eyes.
Not as powerful as hers, but that hasn't come yet. This? Is a good alternative.
Gretel's halfway though carving up the beast to take back when she hears something. Something big. She dives for the cover of the forest and sees... something that looks very like a troll. The wind's changed, and she takes a deep breath and waits, watching. Maybe it won't see her. Or smell her. Or notice the dead deer, prime for the taking. But that might be hoping for too much.]
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Gretel's gone for the latter.
She's more used to hunting witches, but she's had to live off the land before. Every step in the snow is careful. It's a bit of a fight, moving like this, since the snow from a few days ago hasn't had any time to melt, but she's good at what she does. And the deer she's pursuing? Well. She's downwind enough that it doesn't have a clue she's there until her crossbow bolt shoots right between its eyes.
Not as powerful as hers, but that hasn't come yet. This? Is a good alternative.
Gretel's halfway though carving up the beast to take back when she hears something. Something big. She dives for the cover of the forest and sees... something that looks very like a troll. The wind's changed, and she takes a deep breath and waits, watching. Maybe it won't see her. Or smell her. Or notice the dead deer, prime for the taking. But that might be hoping for too much.]