Haunted Wood you’d think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

his interest in serem's milk had already wilted away, and he'd done enough unsupervised exploring to be familiar with the territory. most of the adults were familiar now, too, which made the move into the rendevouz site nice and simple.

famine's path might have lead to a nearby cache, had it not been for the mysterious voice of a stranger. curious about the sound, he called back — ciao, ciao — and started walking in its direction.

sure enough, the culprit soon came into view. famine tilted his head to one side and then the other, examining the cowardly silhouette. ciao, ciao, he repeated, voice much quieter than it had been before.