He slammed the door behind him and looked left and right. Under the roots, he pulled two shoulder pads from random corpses, he needed the same amount of star to give the illusion he found the corpses of the fallen scouts.
Going down was much faster than climbing his way up as he jumped on a tree he saw from afar. He landed right on it but broke a few bones when he landed.
"Aargh!" He coughed was a branch passed through his tummy. He broke it with his knee and fell a few meters under, just after the two shoulder pads he held until he reached the tree.
Anew, Glen saw Oswald surviving a deadly wound, his heart jumped to the loud noise of the landing, and to the sight just above his head.
"So?" Asked Laurel, eager to hear about the mystery.
Oswald waited for his limbs to heal and told the tale in front of the colonel. The roots had moved downhill and they changed to a stylish heart-shape, making the three of them blush.
