The girl did not hesitate and continued sprinting along the forest path, recalling her mother's warnings to herself:
"As long as you walk along the path in the forest and don't sneak outside to pick flowers, nothing will happen."
But when she looked at the path under her feet, one that seemed not to have been walked by anyone for a long time, mostly swallowed by moss and wild grass, she feared that soon it would completely disappear into the forest.
"Also, I deliver bread to Grandma every day. I remember there used to be seven wolves in this forest, but now every few days one disappears.
Yesterday I saw two, but why is there only one left now?"
She instinctively felt it was strange.
She felt that the whereabouts of outsiders, the gradually neglected path, Grandma's lingering illness, and the dwindling wolf pack all seemed very important to her.
Only the escaped slave who died by the roadside... hmm, this is irrelevant, and her heart did not even stir a bit.
