"Boss, how did you fall into the river during the race!"
"Do you have frostbite? Hurry back to the cabin."
"Boss..."
The contestants who had rushed over from the shore were all talking at once.
Tyson and Ivan shook the ice-cold water from their bodies, their fur covered in sparkling ice crystals.
Anxious whimpers came from their throats, and they kept rubbing their heads against Feng Mountain's soaking-wet pant legs.
In the water, he had been running on pure adrenaline. But now, on the shore, the frigid wind and falling snow hit him, and Feng Mountain finally felt the bone-chilling cold.
He looked down and saw that Natasha was in even worse shape.
Her lips were purple from the cold, her face was as white as snow, she was shaking like a leaf, and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. She didn't even have the strength to speak.
'I need to start a fire and get warm, fast.'
