After a long moment, the sound of a struggle finally emerged from the snowdrift.
Khilla and Nash squirmed with all their might in the snow, their hands constantly digging, trying to break free from the cold drifts.
With great difficulty, they finally managed to poke their heads out and crawl laboriously from the snow pit.
The hard layer of ice that had originally coated the two men was now covered in another layer of fine, powdery snow.
Icicles also hung from their hair and eyebrows.
From a distance, they looked like two mobile snowmen, appearing both pathetic and somewhat comical in the icy landscape.
ROAR!!
Tyson's low roar sounded again, a hint of urgency in his voice.
It strode slowly over, its massive body particularly conspicuous in the wind and snow.
Tyson used its hamburger-like head to gently nudge Khilla's leg, a low whimper rumbling in its throat as if it were trying to say something.
"You found the Bear Tribe's camp?"
