With a puzzled look on her face, Mira asks. "What are you doing here?" She demanded an answer once again. "The Repeating Forest is dangerous, you know."

"The what?" Betsy asked, finally giving Mira attention.

"The Repeating Forest. How do you not know about the forest?" Mira asked suspiciously.

"I just haven't been outside much." Betsy retorts to Mira's question. "Sorry.”

"What? You don't even need to go outside to know about the forest. Everybody talks about it, even my mom and dad, y'know." Mira says, trying to find loopholes in Betsy's knowledge. "You also look crazy trying to climb that tree. You can't just climb a tree right off the bat it's a skill you need to take your time on and cultivate with patience.

"You know how to climb trees?" Betsy asked with a wide-eyed expression.

"Um, excuse you?! It's called chipping. It's a skill that almost all the villagers know. We use it to hunt or to collect bird eggs." Mira explains to Betsy. "But we have to use a special type of shoes called chippers using the shoes does make it kinda easy."

Betsy sat up from the snow and began to ponder. 'So Bella didn't learn to climb trees all by herself, she learned it from the villagers. It's a technique called chipping.' Betsy had a few bucks from the old lady but didn't know it would be sufficient enough to buy the shoes. Betsy shook her head in disapproval. She didn't want to waste the little bit of money she had left just to buy some special shoes. 

It was as if Mira was reading her mind and making a deal with Betsy. "How about this? Let's make a deal." Mira says with a sly smile spreading across her face. "I'll teach you everything you need to know about chipping in exchange you need to teach me everything you know about the Gasyer family, even their secrets."

"Deal," Betsy replied without hesitation.

"W-what really?"

"When do we start?"

"Well… I need to buy your shoes first at Ryan Hollow's shop." Mira said hesitantly thinking that Betsy was setting her up.

"I'll come with you"

"Okay?"

The two girls made their way out of the forest in silence. It was pretty awkward because Mira was protesting the Gasyer family's downfall. She tried her best to make small talk on her way out of the forest. "Did you try to attack while I was trying to follow your trail?"

"No," Betsy answered plainly without a care in the world.

"So you just tried to scare me off, right?" Mira continues to probe for an answer. ‘Who else could it have been.’ Mira asks herself suspiciously o

"No."

"So why were you roaring at me?" Mira continued to ask.

Betsy came to an abrupt stop making Mira nervous. Betsy had a shocked expression on her face and came to a complete standstill while sweating like a nervous wreck. She finally mustered the strength to answer Mira. "I didn't."

A wendigo was following Mira into the forest, but it wasn't Betsy. This whole time Mira assumed the monster that was stalking her through the woods was Betsy. It seemed that she was wrong and they were in great danger if they were just in the open. Betsy started to criticize her abilities to detect people she believed that her eyesight was distracting her other senses. 

"We should start running," Mira suggested.

"Yeah." 

Just before they could take a single step an outcry could be heard close by. According to legend, when a wendigo's roar sounds close, means they are far away, and when the noise sounds afar they are close by. They now knew that the Wendigo was nowhere near them. 

Betsy knew by the sound of it was Milles and he was far away. A sudden stench of blood suffocated the cold air Betsy and Mira covered their nose tightly. Now Betsy knew two of her siblings were chasing her. One of them was Milles. He was the daydreamer. He was far away, deep into the woods just like his daydreams. He was most likely far away because he let himself get distracted. Betsy already knew who bloody stench she smelt through the air making her nostrils sting. It was Dasher he was fast enough to run through the whole forest undetected. 

Betsy scanned her surroundings and saw nothing, but trees and snow making Betsy even more anxious. Her agitation made her forget about her companion. She continued to examine each tree, but the anxiety-inducing smell distracted her from the task. The smell mysteriously vanished in a blink of an eye. Relief washed over her as the smell disappeared. Betsy turned to Mira with a smile of appeased satisfaction that the horrendous smell was gone along with its owner. 

As the smell left with the wind so was Mira. She was nowhere to be seen just like the monster chasing them a while ago. Leaving no footprints, noise, and no sight of her, she was gone with the wind. 

Nothing was left but some blood and a head that stained the white snow with its innocent color sparkling with the moonlight. 

It was the head of a female deer on top of the cold snow. The crimson blood from the deer tinted the white snow making it glow in the creepy forest. The deer's head was cut off with such precision it wasn't even humanly possible even with the weapons that the village had. The deer's antlers looked like they were crushed in half like dried twigs. 

It seemed like it was being held in one place by the horns and sliced with little to no effort by the neck. Betsy deduced that no weapon or human could do this by themselves, but a beast or monster. Betsy had deduced that it wasn't someone normal but a monster. Betsy caressed the deer's head with sympathy and pity. She then picked it up to examine it. A small note fell off the deer's mouth. The note was stained with red blood from the deer and a handwritten letter with no less than seven words.