“Kjöt,” the troll growled.
“What did he say?” Kratos asked out the side of his mouth.
“I think he said meat.” Atreus scrambled through crackling auburn leaves to retrieve his fallen bow.
“Dauði Kaupmaðr ta,” the troll snarled.
It lofted the carcass in victory, and with the deer’s limp head flopping, brought the neck toward its gaping jaws.