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With another step, the heroes had finally entered the town of Clawden. Like Fangar, it was a town embedded within the forest, harmonizing it. Lake himself had heard quite a bit about Clawden. It was known as the second largest settlement in the northern region and was famous for its fruit orchard.

Lake looked around the town itself. It was similar to the Fangar's wood built shops and homes. But it was on a larger scale. Lake could already see more shops, advertising their wares and there were many inhabitants just going about their day.

What really struck Lake were the many gardens that littered the area. He could already count three of them and he had yet to even take twenty steps. Next to each house, and even next to the shops were gardens, some big, some small. Some grew colorful flowers while others were showing off vegetables that were either growing or nearly ready for picking.

"This is Clawden," Atlas said. "Hey, Lake. Did you know that Fangar was supposed to be an extension of this town? But somewhere down the line, the smaller town grew into its own."

That explained to Lake why the towns were so similar looking. Knowing that, the squirrel was able to appreciate Clawden for being the origin point of Atlas' home.

"What else do you know about Clawden?" Lake asked, looking up at the bear. A grin spread on Altas' face as they continued to walk.

"Well, Clawden was founded by wolves. A history book I have back at home says that they grew crops by digging into the earth with just their claws. And that's where the town's name came from. Makes sense, huh? 'Clawed in?'"

"Oh, I get it. And the name Fangar?" Lake said, chuckling at the double meaning and pun.

"Yep, now Fangar is considered more of a sister town than a simple extension, a place that is both similar and unique to Clawden." Atlas cleared his throat as he looked ahead. "Ah well. The history lesson can continue later. It's just ahead."

"Your friend's house?"

"Yes. Morton and I have known each other since we were young." Atlas knocked on the door and when he heard the voice from the other side he stepped inside.

"Well, if it ain't Atlas?" Lake stepped inside of the living room and was met with the sight of his friend talking to an even bigger, taller bear. A polar bear that was wearing a simple tank top and dirty pants. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Atlas responded. "I thought you would be in the caverns with your crew."

The polar bear huffed and tapped his foot to the floor. "That would be the case but we were chased out by...something. Whatever it was, it was strong and made a lot of noise. I couldn't risk any of my boys getting hurt so we've been waiting for that thing to make itself scarce."

"And how long has this been going on?"

"Six. Damn. Days."

"Oh, Morton. I'm sorry, that must make things rougher around here," Atlas said.

"Eh, don't worry about me, little guy. What are you doing in Clawden, especially when the sun's going down? Thieves crossing through only means trouble."

"I've already taken care of a few... Oh! Morton, this is my new friend, Lake."

"Hmm, so you finally got someone to help run that little library of yours?" Morton said with a snicker.

"No. Lake actually helped me stop those thieves and he even stopped a bull on all his own-"

"So what does he need you for?" Morton asked.

"You know, just in case things suddenly become dangerous and-"

Morton only laughed and waved his paw. "Atlas, relax. I'm just messing with you. You and your bleeding heart, you say you don't like danger but you're always trying to protect the little guy."

"Speaking of little guys. Hmm... What was your name again?"

"Lake," the squirrel said, looking the polar bear up and down.

"Got it." He faced Atlas again and lazily stroked his paw over his large chest.

"Well, Atlas, you know where the guest room is. As for the pipsqueak, he stays with me. Not sure if I can trust him yet."

"Morton, I-"

"Sorry, little bear. House rules. I'll try not to eat him up."

Atlas shook his head and sighed. "Just bear with him. He's really not that bad."

"If you say so," Lake said, chuckling at his friend's exasperation.

Atlas was already walking out of the living room, disappearing behind a corner.

That left Lake with the even larger bear. "This way, pipsqueak."

Morton turned around and headed for the flight of stairs along the back wall of the living room. Lake followed, wondering to himself if he should keep a tally of how many bears he would have the treat of walking behind. His body type was that of Atlas' but on an even bigger and fuller scale, giving Lake much to see as his rump swayed and slightly bounced with each step.

At the top of the stairs, the two of them continued down a small hall until Morton led him into a bedroom that could only belong to the ivory furred ursine.

"Nice place." Lake looked around the room, taking in the quaint atmosphere.

It was the typical bedroom of a busy man. Shelves, chests, a small shelf with books, and a little table and chair in the far corner. But what really caught Lake's attention was the single bed in the room. It looked like Morton alone could hardly fit in it, let alone the two of them...

Morton sighed as he stepped into his room. In front of the squirrel, he casually peeled his tank top off, lifting it over his head before tossing to the side. Right after, he was pulling his pants down, leaving him topless and in a pair of extremely tight fitting briefs.

Lake let out a small gasp as the bear turned around, shamelessly displaying his thick arms, thighs, and bulging pectorals.

"What? Never seen a man getting ready for bed?" The bear's tone was a bit defensive but his paws were already upon his chest, giving his massive and soft pecs and firm squeeze.

A small chuckle came from the bear as he lowered his paws. "Be honest, pipsqueak. They still look good, huh? This is what years breaking rocks gets ya."

Lake smirked and nodded. "They look amazing, large and...kinda juicy."

"Thanks, pipsqueak. Hmm, guess we'd better get some shut eye. I'll try not to take up all the space. Key word: try."

And the bear did try but for all his trying there was no room for Lake. With Morton alone, the bed's available space had been taken on completely.

"I don't have any extra blankets for you to sleep on the bed. Hmm, how about you just sleep on top of me. My fur's plenty soft and you don't look like you weigh much." Another chuckle came from the bear as he eased back into the bed. "You can use my chest as a pillow. Just try not to drool on them."

Lake took the polar bear's suggestion and climbed on top of him. Despite Morton being an older man, the fur covering his body was soft and underneath was the bulk of sculpted muscle. He first climbed up the bear's lower stomach and heaved himself even higher.

The squirrel overshot the lifting of his body, throwing him off balance. He quickly took hold of the nearest thing, and that was the bear's pec. He steadied himself but Lake noticed how soft they were. How big they were. Morton was already a massive hunk of man and his chest carried that same broad expanse.

"If you wanted to get a feel you could have just asked. Hmm, that little show I gave you got ya going, huh?" Morton asked, a smirk curling his lips.

Lake didn't say anything but his paw was still gripping the single pectoral. All he could deep was avert his gaze while his face started heating up.

"Ah, hell. You're already up here. Why not give them a good squeeze, pipsqueak."

Lake, being his truest of self, took the inch the massive man gave him and took a mile. Not only did he give the pec another squeeze but he was quick to follow it by pinching the nipple, slowly tracing his thumb over it.

"Ooh! This little squirt's got guts. Yeah, I like that!"

Between the soft touch under his paws, and the encouragement from the older man, Lake could feel his cock growing in his pants, already showing through the material that it was tucked inside of. The bulge pressed against Morton's chest and another sly chuckle came from the white bear.

"Hmm, I can tell you're pretty hung for a pipsqueak."

"Might as well put that thing to use." The large bear squeezed his own pecs together with his paws and smirked at the squirrel. "Been a while since I got somebody to play with 'em."

Lake needed to hear no more. His free paw was already at his pants, pulling them down. Almost instantly, the rodent's cock bounced free and flopped down on the bear's large chest. A small grunt came from the man as he looked down at the rodent's sizable length.

"D-damn. Maybe you're not such a pipsqueak after all..."

Lake just returned a smirk to the bear. He liked the way he talked, it turned him on even more. The squirrel couldn't help but squeeze the pair of tits with both paws. His thumbs were again flicking against the now hardened nipples, back and forth, teasing with inconsistent motions.

A deep moan came from Morton and the sound alone was enough to make Lake's cock throb and ooze pre. As he teased the massive pecs his cock was being lightly squeezed from both sides.

"Ahh..." Lake was torn between what he wanted to do with the large bear. As much as he wanted to keep squeezing and teasing Morton, his own cock was demanding attention. The polar bear was good at getting him riled up and he wasn't content with only one of them getting pleasure out of this...

"Havin' trouble, pipsqueak?" Morton said, a cocky grin on his muzzle. "It's easy: just squeeze that dick of yours with my tits. You don't have to flatter me, I already know they're huge."

"If you say you..." Lake huffed as he thrust his hips forward. He continued to massive the large pecs, but he pressed them together while he did it. His cock was surrounded with the soft fur and warmth of two soft, yet meaty mounds.

If that wasn't enough, Morton himself flexed his chest, squeezing down on Lake's cock even harder. Another chuckle left the bear, amused to be doing some teasing himself.

"Be careful, pipsqueak. I might actually crush that cock of yours. But you'd probably like that huh?" Morton flexed his chest again, milking another spurt of precum and another moan out of Lake.

The added pressure on his cock felt really good. And Lake let himself make noise but it was restrained. There was an awareness in the back of his mind holding him back.

A large hand reached up and pressed against Lake's lips. "If you're worried about walking up little Atlas... Don't worry about him. This is between me and you!" A large finger shoved into Lake's mouth, prying it open. And another hard squeeze came down on his cock.

"Ahh!" Lake cried out.

"There it is..."

Not to be outdone, Lake used both his paws to grab both meaty nipples. He stroked them again before pinching and twisting them both slowly.

"H-holy shit! Y-yeah, that's it, pipsqueak. Shit!!"

Hearing the big man moaning underneath him, Lake felt in control of himself again. He took Morton's advice and let himself moan out as he continued to hump in between those thick pectorals. And while he was grinding his cock against the soft fur, he made sure to keep squeezing the large tits, twisting those nipples to keep the bear on his toes.

Humping harder and against the even tighter squeeze of the bear's chest, Lake could feel his climax rising within him. He humped even faster, smearing the soft fur under his cock with the precum that freely dripped from his now twitching cock.

"Gonna cum, pipsqueak?" Morton teased, feeling the sticky wetness seep into his pelt.

"Yeah. T-trying to hold it back for a little bit longer. You just feel so g-good..."

"Glad to know I still got it... But I don't feel like cleaning up a mess... If you're gonna shoot, do it in my mouth, pipsqueak."

The bear opened his mouth and eased his tongue from his mouth.

"Aaahh..!" Lake was quick to pull his cock from the tight hold. A bit more forceful than he intended, the squirrel jammed his cock inside the bear's open mouth in one single, hard thrust. That was all it took. He grabbed hold of the bear's large head as he came inside of his mouth.

"Guh! Mmph!!"

"S-shit! Fuck, your mouth feels good too!" Lake gave into the bliss of his climax and roughly humped the bigger male's mouth. Underneath him, there were the sounds of gags but there were no attempts to stop him.

Loud gulps were heard as Morton swallowed down each load that was pumped into his throat, spurt after spurt of the squirrel's seed. All the riling up sent his balls into overdrive, shooting much more than usual. With one last thrust, the pulsing of his balls ceased and he was able to catch his breath.

Slowly, Lake pulled his cock free from the bear's mouth, letting it flop back down on Morton's chest. He was still panting heavily, his tongue still glazed with the squirrel's tongue.

"Hope I didn't go too overboard," Lake said with an awkward smile.

Morton continued to pant heavily but a toothy grin spread on his muzzle. "Mmm, you sure are something else, pipsqueak..."

Soon after, the two of them were settling down for the night. And as Morton had suggested, Lake used his chest as a pair of pillows. It wasn't long before the two of them had fallen asleep.

***

Just past the town of Clawden was a forest within the forest. This magical land was shrouded in the shadows of trees that blocked out any light from the sun above. This place had come to be known as the Deepwoods. Despite the name and appearance of the location, it was treated as another location within the southern region.

A number of beasts made themselves home there and a few businesses had their operations within the magical woodland, harvesting resources that grew and formed nowhere else...

Within a makeshift tent were the bandits Rafe and Chase. The large wolf was lying on one of the cots he nabbed from some other traveler foolish enough to prancing through the dark all alone. His eyes drifted left, right, and left again following his partner in literal crime, Chase.

The red stallion had been pacing back and forth for a while now, a sour look on his face the whole time. "Boss is gonna chew us out when we get back. Actually, that might be letting us off easy..."

"Calm down, it's not the end of the world," Rafe shrugged. There was a grin on his muzzle, a grin that only infuriated Chase even more, knowing that the wolf was enjoying his worrying.

"Yeah, you don't have shit to worry about. You and Jasper get the easy treatment! What about me?" Chase huffed, stomping his foot.

"Calm down," Rafe chuckled. "Instead of complaining, just 'make it up to him' like the rest of us."

"I have a little more respect for myself than that," Chase said, finally standing still as he narrowed his eyes at the wolf.

"Uh huh..." Rafe snickered. "So you'll fuck anything under the sun but Boss?"

"That's not the point, you big mutt! At least I own up to my mistakes!"

"Hey, calm down. Giving up some tail isn't really working anymore. I think Boss caught on after Jasper picked it up from me..."

"Bet he ran that tactic into the ground, huh?" Chase said, a smile replacing his scowl.

"Little guy's always in trouble," Rafe said, shaking his head with a grin of his own.

"Yeah, but we're gonna get out of trouble pretty soon. If we can find the beast that's making a mess around here and recruit him, Boss'll forget all about our screw up."

Rafe listened to the horse's plan. He didn't say it aloud but it didn't sound bad at all.

"But for now... Guess we should get some sleep." Chase sighed and approached his cot but the clear of Rafe's throat caught his attention.

"Actually," the wolf said with a smirk. He quickly pulled down his pants, showing off his big, round ass. "I can't sleep, not without being fucked goodnight."

"T-that's not even a thing!" Chase groaned.

"Hey, I'm second in command and I say get over here and fill this ass with some dick, Chase." The wolf rolled his eyes. Figures that he would be paired with the only guy in the Beast Lands that complained about easy ass coming his way...

He heard nothing in response so he arched his back and slowly wagged his tail, giving his ally an alluring view.

"Come on, Chase. You know you want to. Stop being a hard ass and fuck this big ass instead!"

"Rafe..."

"Stop pretending you don't stare at it. So why don't you finally put those eyes where your cock is. Come on! I'm not gonna ask again!"

"Ugh, fine." As Chase stepped towards his crew member he noticed Rafe's tail wagging even harder.

The wolf was right, he had been looking at his ass. How could he not when it was so full and large? But the horse, for all he packed in his own pants, was intimidated by the wolf's boldness. Even though he would be topping, Chase was a bit wary of not being in any sort of control.

Nevertheless, his cock was hardening and pressing against his pants. And when he was over Rafe, it throbbed as the wolf gave another shake to his backside.

"Come on, pony boy. Just lighten up and take me for a ride..."

Chase said no more, instead he dared to reach out and place his hands on the rounded cheeks of Rafe's heavy, furry ass. At first he simply admired the silky fur under his touch and the squishy, jiggly rump underneath. It was even bigger up close...

"Aw, come on. You can do better than that!" Rafe challenged.

Chase clicked his teeth and decided to just go for it. He squeezed the pair of buttocks with all of his might. There was a racing in his chest as he did so.

"Yeah, just like that! I'm a wolf that likes it rough!" Rafe ended his words with a snarl.

Chase was going to say something but his eyes fell on something. As he squeezed the twin cheeks, they were bunched inwards and that allowed him to see something... With a bit of courage, the horse spread those mounds apart, revealing the wolf's puckering hole.

That led to a heavy musk hitting Chase, making him moan in surprise and arousal.

"Mmm, Boss fucked me good earlier. Bet you can still smell him on me..." Rafe said, his own nostrils flaring.

With that context in his mind, Chase was made even hornier. He could feel sweat starting to form on his forehead and his cock was now threatening to tear the front of his pants open.

The horse's attention was brought to Rafe's front. From him came a few loud sniffs before a knowing chuckle came from the wolf. "Keep sweating if you can, I want your scent left on me too."

"The night's burning away, Chase. Get those pants off already!"

Chase finally listened to his second in command and undid the button on his shorts before letting them drop to the ground. Not a second later, his cock sprung free and swung down on Rafe's ass. The hefty horsecock smacked against the wolf's rump, getting a pleased bark out of him.

His own arousal and the musk wafting from his and Rafe's body were getting to him. Usually, he would have found something to complain about, but he was drawing a blank on anything that didn't concern his cock and his crew mate's ass.

"F-fine. You want this big cock in your ass, huh? Then you're gonna take every inch," Chase said, easing into his dominating role rather easily. It was a tone he knew inside and out, but it was only now that he realized how much he missed out by now plowing the lupine's huge ass sooner. Oh well, better late than never...

Not even waiting for a snarky yet arousing response from Rafe, Chase eased the tip of his cock in between those bubbly buttocks, teasing the hole directly with the blunt head.

"Bout time..." Rafe grunted, already wanting for more. His hole winked against the cock's tip as if trying to ease it inside itself. He hoped it would be that easy... But then again, if you wanted something done right...

The wolf suddenly had a wide, toothy grin on his face that Chase could not see. Without warning, he pushed himself back at the perfect time. The horse's cock popped right past his rim and Rafe's hole swallowed up all but the few remaining inches of Chase's speckled base.

"Ah! I w-wasn't ready yet!!"

"Well, I am..." Rafe said, his voice thick with pleasure. A deep rumble filled his chest and his back was arched even more, making him look like a feral.

Chase's words were ripped from him. Around his shaft were the powerful clenches of Rafe's ass, squeezing those hot walls down on his length. The wolf continued to press down on him, trying to take the thickest part of his cock. But his hole stretched no further.

"Argh! F-fuck, you're too tight..!" Chase couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. The wolf had only managed to take 99% of his cock with no problem...

"Hold on a moment... I-if I can his knot in one go, I can take your dick!" Rafe pushed back again with another burst of strength. A moan came from him at the same time as a fleshy 'pop' sounded between the two of them. Chase moaned out as well, able to see the rest of his cock sink right past that quivering rim.

"Aaahh! E-easy..!" Chase grunted.

"F-fuck! Now that's a stallion..."

Chase gathered himself again and slammed his hands back down on Rafe's ass. With a grunt, he pulled his cock free from the tight, hot hold. Another grunt came from the equine and he slammed himself right back in, making a loud thump as his hips crashed against the furred hams.

"You big, dumb...slutty mutt. Ugh..!" Chase couldn't resist shoving cock deep inside of that squeezing hole again. He squeezed down on the fat pair of cheeks, watching them bounce and jiggle against each thrust.

Hard slapping sounds soon filled the tent, alerting anyone passing of the intense rutting that was going on inside.

"How can you still be this tight?"

Chase picked up speed, slamming his dick even harder inside of the wolf's demanding ass.

"Yeah! Yeah!!!" Rafe bellowed, clawing into the cot's fabric.

"I'm gonna cum if this keeps up," Chase warned.

"Just a bit more! F-Faster!!"

Chase bucked his hips even faster but his legs were starting to get sore, threatening to give out altogether.

"R-Rafe! I can't hold it back any longer! It's about to happen! F-fuuuck!!"

"Give me just a bit more, Chase. Don't you-"

"Aaaaah! T-too late!!"

Chase threw head back, braying as his cock exploded. As the tip of his cock swelled and flared, hot cum shot out, pouring load after load deep inside of Rafe's already worn out ass. The horse strained as his heavy balls were still unloading, forcing him to endure the heightened bliss of his climax. Finally, Chase sighed as it all eased, leaving him panting and gripping Rafe's ass for support.

"Oooh... I didn't know you had that much in you. I feel nice and warm now..." Rafe said with a yawn.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun..." Chase dragged his cock from Rafe's ass and dropped the thing down on Rafe's massive cheeks.

"Sure did. Although, this is only gonna last me through the night. I'll make you up early for another top up."

"It's gonna be a long night..." Chase groaned.

***

Lake yawned and stretched within Morton's bed. It wasn't until after he rubbed his eyes and rose to his feet that he realized the polar bear he slept on top of was missing. There was no trace of him, leaving Lake, and only Lake, all alone within the bedroom.

After another stretch, he left the room and walked down the stairs, able to hear the two voices of Atlas and Morton. The two bears were talking again, but from the sound of their voices, Lake figured that the polar bear was teasing his friend again.

"I'll be fine, Morton. Really."

"Yeah, alright. Just don't do anything stupid," the polar bear huffed.

A smile rose on Atlas' face, "You don't have to worry about me."

The sound of footsteps descending down the stairs caught the attention of the two good friends. They watched as Lake finally came into view, looking like he slept very well.

"Bout time you got up," Morton said, crossing his large arms. "Bet you slept real good last night."

"Hmm..." Atlas hummed to himself.

"You weren't listening in, were you? I swear I heard some footsteps last night," Morton said, laughing at the other bear's expression.

"Isn't about time for you to be off in the Deepwoods?" Atlas asked.

"Not with that beast running around and tearing shit up, it's not."

Lake stepped up to the conversation after thinking to himself for a moment. "How about we go check it out, Atlas?"

"Lake..."

"Come on, if I can stop that bull, I bet I can stop him too."

The brown bear saw that look of determination on the squirrel's face and sighed. "Alright, but if it gets dangerous, I'm dragging you out of there."

"So the pipsqueak calls the shots, huh?" Morton said, smirking at the smaller male. "Hmm... If you can somehow get that beast out of there... Then I might just owe you one."

Lake shook his head and grinned. "Don't worry about it. If you can't work until he's gone then that means you need my help. I'm the king's champion and that means I gotta help you out. Come on, Atlas!"

Lake rushed out of the polar bear's home and Atlas was quick to follow.

That left Morton stunned by what he heard. "Wait...the king's champion?!"

***

"So we're headed to the Deepwoods, huh?" Lake asked.

"Yes, it is just past Clawden's orchards. It is very hard to miss..." Atlas said, not sounding very excited.

But Lake was eager to press on. And as he walked through Clawden, he could faintly feel one of the marbles on his necklace responding. Just hardly, he could feel an energy similar to the king's.

That must be the first Divine Beast...

But Lake said nothing as they continued through the town. The issue of that creature in the Deepwoods was the more immediate problem to solve. If it was causing trouble, that meant that it would be a danger to others. He figured that it was his duty to put a stop to that.

With Atlas at his side he continued through the town, watching the other beasts going about their day. As he passed by a house he could see a raven in her garden. She was put over and grumbling dreadfully to herself.

"Uh, do you need any help?" Lake asked. He was surprised when she shipped her head around. But a smile spread on her beak.

"Actually yes. My carrots are ripe and ready for picking, but this one is stuck in the ground. I can't pull it out and it's driving me nuts!"

"Hmm, can you do it Atlas?" Lake asked.

The bear stepped into the garden, careful to not trample the other crops. He grabbed hold of the many leaves sprouting from the ground and grunted as he pulled. The large bear pulled once, twice, and even used both paws but it was no good.

"I am sorry, ma'am..." He returned to Lake's side, looking a bit disappointed.

The raven sighed and shook her head. "It's a shame. It must be the mother of all carrots down there. In my garden. If I can't pull it out, I'll just dig it out. Uh, thanks anyways..."

Lake and Atlas nodded to her before they continued on, growing closer to the end of Clawden's residential area.

They were soon in an open clearing, walking down a beaten path. Along the path was a sign pointing the way to Clawden, and to the Deepwoods. Lake nodded and continued on, noticing that the land around them was changing.

There was a forest of sorts ahead, but the trees themselves were full of fruits of many kinds and colors. The light, sweet scent filled the air and with another step something popped under Lake's foot. A second later it was all wet and sticky. The squirrel dared to look, only to see that he had stepped right on a fruit that must have fallen from the trees...

"Ugh..." He scraped his foot against the grass before he caught up with Atlas, hoping the bear hadn't noticed.

Atlas seemed just as enthralled with the scent of ripe fruits as well. His face was tilted upwards and his nose was twitching, making a series of light sniffs and huffs. The sight was certainly amusing, but Lake couldn't blame the bear, it was all so enticing.

"Hey! You two!" Lake and Atlas' attention was once again brought to someone yelling at them.

This time it was a fox, covered in autumn orange fur. Unlike the sleek and slender body types foxes were known for, this was a bit portly, sporting a small gut that slightly showed under his tight, light pink top.

"You can look but don't touch," the fox advised, a bit of irritation backed his voice, and that in itself was backed by his furrowed eyebrows.

"The excess is free to take is it not?" Atlas asked, tilting his head.

"It would be," the fox huffed, swishing his tail in a quick jerk. "I'm in charge of this whole fruit picking thing. But I'm at my wits end cause these big dummies lack 'motivation...'"

"I'm at my wits end, they haven't picked a single fruit in days and now they're starting to fall and go to waste..."

"Hmm, perhaps you can help with this, Lake."

"You think so?" Lake asked, a smile growing on his muzzle. He had a feeling the ursine was thinking the same thing he was thinking.

"Alright, just leave it to us. We'll get them working again," the squirrel assured, looking very confident in his words.

"Hmmph, I'll believe it when I see it," the fox said before he walked away, still grumbling to himself.

"You already have quite the list of tasks ahead of you," Atlas said.

"Yeah, but the champion's here to help. And with you backing me up, it'll all be easy."

Lake went over what he was now tasked to do and he figured it was best to start with what was closest and that was the workers of the orchard. He could already see them, wearing the same pink tops as the fox. Nodding to himself, Lake marched deeper into the orchard, already knowing how to solve this little issue...