The third day came since his arrival at the forest of claws, Franz was standing in front of a tree, this one was as big as the others, however, it lacked life, its trunk was gray and the top of the tree barely had leaves that swayed sadly in the wind.
- Thinking a squirrel could do this –
Roland, who was looking to the side, nodded, although the surprising thing was rather to know that such a small thing could take the vitality and sap of several dozen trees like the one in front of them in a single day.
- That's why we must catch him, if the situation becomes difficult, a week will be the most they will give us, the RatatÖsk despite being small, sins of gluttony and greedy -