"Gila woodpecker?"
Chen Wen looked at the terrified short-eared owl, a question mark appearing over his head.
No, if the Gila woodpecker comes, why should I move?
Shouldn't they be the ones to run?
"Don't be afraid, I told you last time, if we encounter these demons again, I'll personally deal with them!"
Upon hearing this, the short-eared owl's fear diminished somewhat.
After all, Chen Wen's size was reassuring.
At this moment, the short-tailed cat came over and asked, "What's a Gila woodpecker?"
"It's... a bird that's a bit bigger than it, with a tuft of red feathers on its head."
Chen Wen struggled to help the short-tailed cat understand what a Gila woodpecker was.
But he didn't expect the short-tailed cat actually recognized it.
It calmly said, "I can help you deal with them."
The short-tailed cat's diet included Gila woodpecker.
Chen Wen nodded.
