Bull stared at Geralt after the most deadpan chicken sounds he'd ever heard. Then he laughed and with a grunt he got to his feet, balancing Geralt's silver sword over his shoulder. He looked up hill, wondering about the nest.

It'd be good to kill something that needed killing.

"You know if this witchering thing gets old, you could be the voice of one of those animal noise toys for children. Anything else I need to know about them?"