A rider then mounted his horse, becoming a black bolt of lightning.
He flew past Feng Mountain, galloping madly toward the tribal camp.
Ashes saw that a horse actually dared to overtake him.
'It clearly doesn't know its place.'
He immediately snorted in defiance, preparing to teach that impudent horse a lesson.
But Feng Mountain knew the rider was heading home to deliver a message.
He quickly soothed the irritable Ashes and continued plodding forward at a leisurely pace.
「Ten minutes later.」
A simple, rustic camp faintly appeared before them.
Hide tents stood one after another.
The Bear Tribe's tents were all made from thick animal hides, crafted using traditional techniques.
It had to be said that this leather-working process demonstrated considerable resistance against the onslaught of cold snaps and blizzards.
