The next morning was as usual in the forest. Witches and wizards silently ate their food, which tasted anything but good, and the three musketeers of the wolves sat on the nature table situated at the middle of the dome.
"To be honest, she has a reason to be mad at you, Ronald."
"You only side her because she is your cousin."
"No, I—"
"Yes! Yes he supports me because I'm his cousin! I have my answer anyway!" Both the males look at the crooked lady and sigh. Their conversation had wordlessly come to an end and there was no one daring to say anything anymore.
Ronald, still shaken with the encounter with the Devil, stares away into the woods, animals cluttering close under his gaze even if they are singing a song in the hidden canopies or making burrows.
"What are you thinking about?" G
