The woods were calm. As well quiet.
“Do you listen that?” he inquired Celestine in a whisper. “No. I don’t listen a thing.”
“That’s my point. As a rule, these woods are truly lively with small animals. Rabbits, squirrels. Feathered creatures. There’s not indeed that.”
“It might cruel that a predator is in the woods.” “You cruel you?” he inquired pointedly.
“I was really talking almost you. You’re the wolf. Don’t your kind eat squirrels?”
“Are you nuts? Why would I murder such a little animal? You eat a squirrel, and you’re hungry twenty minutes later.”
“You’ve had to attempt it to know that.”
Reece clicked his tongue. “And here I thought we had a bit of a détente going.”
“Truce? Yes. Doesn’t cruel I’m gonna halt prodding you.”
He faltered on a tree department, not precisely the sm
