On the sixth morning since departing from the gathering place, the sky was enveloped in faint dark clouds, and the pale sun rose between the rugged snowy mountains, its dim light failing to bring any warmth.
The howling cold wind persisted, sweeping snow through the valleys like a dense fog that shrouded everything below the mountain's waist.
"Yo?"
Two small deer, with ice horns on their heads, alertly raised their heads, their round eyes tightly focusing on the extending snowstorm, their small ears occasionally trembling.
Suddenly, as if sensing danger, they bounded away with their slender limbs, disappearing into the snowy mountains.
Boom!
The snow on the ground trembled slightly as more than twenty large figures appeared faintly through the snowstorm.
"Gurgle..."
Yaya walked to the spot where the two small deer had been and stopped, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at the messy, overturned snow, then lowered his head and nudged it with his nose.
