A bountiful harvest under the protection of the Heroic Spirit.
With such a haul, this harsh winter will no longer be as unbearable as in the past for the Frost Throat Clan.
The joyous cheers of the clansmen along the road filled the ears.
Looking at the proud members of the hunting team, a trace of envy flickered in Frogon's eyes, but it soon disappeared deep within his ice-blue gaze.
As the bravest warrior among the young generation of the tribe.
He could have been one of them, if only...
Frogon shook his head vigorously, casting aside his hesitation.
A resolute expression reappeared on his face.
A Winter Wolf following the team caught a familiar scent.
With its tongue out, it trotted over lightly.
Its body brushed against Frogon's thigh, and its furry head nuzzled his palm.
The rapidly wagging long tail swept up flurries of snow on the ground, the wolf's eyes, intimidating to demons, squinted in comfort.
