In Irina’s tree hole, Curtis slept like a dead snake after filling up his stomach as he hadn’t slept for days.

“Squeak squeak.”

The sound of a mouse biting things kept ringing in the tree hole. Irina perked her ears and listened for a while before mumbling, “It can’t be that the bark is infested with bugs, right?”

Damien’s gaze landed on the wooden chest and his nose twitched. He walked over to open up the chest.

“Meow—”

A few young leopard cries rang out. They could tell that their daddy was angry, so their cries were soft.

So it was them hiding in the chest, using the wooden rod...