Michael was a bit distracted; he still remembered that last winter there were also white fruit trees like this, and Honey was also picked up at that time...
Grass suddenly sniffed, frowning alertly, and the others also stood up vigilantly.
"The smell is coming from over there." Grass gazed into the depths of the snowy mountain range.
Kevin was on a tree, able to see further. After observing for a while, he jumped down: "There seems to be an injured beastman over there. I can't see the specific situation clearly, but there are no magical beasts around."
Everyone looked serious, intending to go over and save the person.
Thomas sniffed suspiciously again, raising his hand to stop their action: "It's the smell of the Black Wolf people."
Hearing that it was the Black Wolf people, those present invariably revealed looks of disdain and disgust.
