The mushrooms growing well nearby, as long as they weren't poisonous, he picked them all.
Anyway, he couldn't hear or sense the shrieking of those mushroom lives.
Luna Sutton glanced at the pile of mushrooms ruthlessly plucked by Rhys Blackwood in the basket, her lips twitching.
She silently handed the basket to Rhys, "Why don't you do it?"
Corbin Crowley moved faster than Rhys, instantly grabbing the basket, waving his big hand and clearing the wild mushrooms and veggies all around.
He even dug up an old ginger root for good measure.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow—hey wolf brother, take it easy, take it easy, you're about to tear my foot off…"
The old ginger yanked out by Corbin let out a string of miserable cries.
Corbin couldn't hear its wails, but Luna could, and her heart couldn't bear it. She quickly stopped him, "That's enough, these will do."
She thought, if she wanted to eat anything in the future, she'd have to first convince herself.
