When the sun rose early the next morning, casting its light on the snowy ground, the ancestor warriors of the Wild Mane Tribe had already risen. They heated breakfast over the embers of last night's campfire, and after rubbing two handfuls of snow on their faces, they prepared to set off.
Though they had slept outdoors for a night, for the ancestor warriors of the Wild Mane Tribe, warriors blessed by the ancestral spirit were far superior in physique to ordinary people, and such cold was still within their tolerance.
After a simple breakfast, the group from the Wild Mane Tribe continued to follow the trail Charlie had left yesterday, moving towards the camp of the white men they suspected.
Charlie hadn't intentionally hidden his trail yesterday, so the marks left in the snow remained quite obvious.
After all, the snow was waist-deep, and even if Charlie wanted to hide his trail, it wouldn't have been an easy task.
