Summary: Akela loses Roach.
"Where's Roach?"
She blanched. Where was Roach? She spun in a circle, half-expecting to find the mare standing somewhere close by, but, as she'd expected really, there was nothing around that was living nor breathing except them.
Geralt actually looked a little panicked. His amber eyes went wide and he shook his head as though in disbelief. "You lost her? I left you for thirty minutes!"
Akela pointed a finger at him. "Is that what I said? No. That's not what I said. In fact, I didn't say anything. So don't jump to conclusions!"
Geralt tilted his head. "So you know where she is?"
Okay, fair point.
"I lost her."
Geralt rolled his eyes and grasped her shoulders, shaking her. "Akela," he said, "where is my horse?"
If a dog was man's best friend, you can only guess what a Witcher's is. And Akela was insulted to say it wasn't her.