Chapter 47: Congratulations are in order.
Snow, looking as regal as ever despite the circumstances, had a large, bristly wild boar slung over her shoulders as if it were a light sack of grain. A single, precise wound was visible on its side, as if a sharp knife had killed it with one neat stroke.
Emma, the smallest of the three, was triumphantly holding up a dead lynx by its scruff, its beautiful fur matted. She had a fresh scratch on her arm, which she seemed to regard as a badge of honour. Adrian concluded this because of the prideful look on her face, as if she believed her game was the most impressive of the three.
"Good morning, dear!" Snow said with a smile, her voice bright and cheerful.
Grey gave him a wide, happy smile, her eyes sparkling. "For you," she said simply, gesturing to the deer.
Emma just grinned her sharp, cheeky grin and held the lynx up higher for his inspection.
