"So what is the situation of the settlement now, Gramps?" Clover asked casually while grabbing a chair and sitting next to the Old Man Frederick.
The latter didn't mind what just Clover had called him. Since in the Town, the kids were calling him the same thing.
"It's bad." He sighed.
"The beast is progressing much better than the settlement. A pack of wolf tribes had just been trying to expand their control of the forest. It would not be long before they will wage war on us to conquer this area."
"However, just as I have been trying to take measures in case that happens. The wolf suddenly halted their progression, and they are hiding in their own tribe. As if they were hiding from someone causing them to act that way."
