Traveling back and forth like this, it had been nearly a month since they left the tribe.
Eric sensed the weather for a moment. The closer they got to the tribe, the more he felt the temperature drop significantly; it was even colder than when they had first left.
Fortunately, he had managed to build a brick house this year, and it even had a heated bed, which was countless times warmer than the shabby earthen house the original owner used to live in.
Otherwise, with the extreme cold of this continent, his sudden transmigration would have made it impossible to adapt to the harsh winter here.
The sudden drop in temperature, coupled with the Snow Wolves' rapid movement speed, meant that even with a lot of luggage blocking the wind on Max's back and a thick layer of animal hide, he could still feel the bone-chilling cold.
Eric was afraid Evan would be cold, so he transformed into his Snow Wolf form, got closer to him, and leaned against him for warmth.
