Literature
Elven Family Tradition (M/F softvore)
Among the snow-covered woods of Skellige, the Witcher Geralt was trotting along on his horse, Roach, while putting most of his focus on the ground oddly enough... He seemed to be tracking something, something big if the imprints were anything to go by. Yellow eyes narrowed at something though, another set of tracks by his quarry's tracks. This seemed to put the Witcher on edge as he stopped his horse and dismounted. Kneeling down in the snow, he examined the smaller tracks, looking to be human tracks. "Didn't sink in the snow very deeply... Small, human or elven, a child perhaps? " He said to himself, wondering why a child would be out here w