Chapter 473: 475: Footprints On The Stone

Life was truly a mysterious thing. One moment, you were out and about collecting nuts - living your best life.

Just honest testicle harvesting. Not hurting anybody.

It wasn't much, but it was honest work. Sure, your neighbor - the Evil Forest Wendigo - had just lost all three of her asexually produced offspring to some heartless baby killer, but that had nothing to do with you.