Ammy still looked pretty concerned about that. That sounded less like normal animals and more like something demons would do. Were the wolves of this world really like that? Or was it just a matter of if they got angry?

She shook out her head, deciding that she didn't really want to think about that. Ammy pushed her bucket over to the next tree, and again power slashed the zapapples off of their branches. At least it seemed like they were getting this done quickly.