“Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Bal. What are you trying to show me? The Alpha is currently busy. Maybe he has something for you inside the Wildrift. Oh! My bad. Such a talkative mouth.” Monta giggled, which made Bal awkwardly smile too. ‘Just listen!’ Bal cried inwardly. Then she began to draw her mice friends on the sand. Though her drawing was vague, the mouse figure was still visible. It is recognizable if you just look closely while using your imagination. “You want us to catch a mouse? Are you hungry, Miss Bal? You sure? We. Don't. Eat. Mice. We. Eat. Fish, fruits, meat, and vegetables,” Monta explained, which gave her an obvious headache. Bal began pulling her hair and was starting to lose her patience. She began stomping on the ground and was relentlessly circling around her drawing. ‘If you just see this! Understand this!’ Bal’s thoughts were screaming. She began looking around, trying to look for another help. “Hey, Tracker Monta. The Luna might be telling something about the mice,
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