The prolonged high-intensity travel had exhausted Chen Zhou's energy; when he closed his eyes, it was already the next morning when he awoke.
Approaching early winter, the sun in the sky seemed weak and listless.
There were still a few glowing coals in the campfire, emitting some warmth, while the cold wind howled through the Black Forest, rushing toward the distant Broken Cliff.
The Saw-toothed Tigers favored the cooler weather and were playing not far away.
Seeing Chen Zhou sit up, Paul, who was handling the prey, smiled and waved a greeting.
He had stayed up since Chen Zhou returned yesterday, even managing to catch a small deer, with a tired look on his face now, but undoubtedly in a good mood.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
Stretching, Chen Zhou walked over to Paul and started helping him process the prey.
"Forgot." Paul grinned sheepishly.
...
The established goals had been achieved, and now each day was colder than the last.
