Then, three minutes later, when the snowstorm subsided and the world regained its clarity, the Frost Mammoth King had already lowered its pair of sharp tusks. Its long trunk rested docilely on the ground as it bowed its head toward the Silver Giant Dragon. It had submitted.
Only then did Moonlight withdraw its dragon claws in satisfaction. Its massive frame rapidly shrank, reverting into a large white cat. It leaped nimbly back onto Raylo's shoulder, casually wiping the slush from its paws on his collar.
"Beautifully done," Raylo said, scratching Moonlight's chin and laughing heartily. "As expected of the Black Stone Territory's First Beast Tamer!"
"Lead your herd to the west," Raylo instructed, pointing toward the western part of the Black Stone Mountain Range. "That will be your new home from now on."
The Frost Mammoth King let out a long bellow and led the massive Mammoth herd to change direction, marching toward the west of the Black Stone Mountain Range.
