Chapter 73 My Tough-Mouthed, Soft-Hearted Bestie

Inside the small tree hollow, there was a little platform.

Above it was a narrow window, and by the window rested a dried flower and a gray feather, obviously from a young bird, but worn with age.

This was what the Fluffy Chipmunk wanted that tall, lanky Descender to notice.

The Fluffy Chipmunk and the Snowcrest had known each other for ages.

Back then, the bountiful Birch-Sweet Bloom forest was a