Eric originally felt that today was a rare, beautiful day, but when Max and Michael began to accelerate, the cold wind suddenly turned ferocious, lashing against his cheeks, both stinging and biting.
He hurriedly burrowed deep into the warm animal hide. But this time, he didn't give up.
With a single thought, his body shrank, turning into a pure white Snow Wolf cub, skillfully blending in as one with the thick, smooth, silver-white fur on Max's back.
Sheltered by the thick fur, he felt much more comfortable this time, only secretly peeking out with two bright, glistening black eyes from within the animal hide.
The two giant wolves, one carrying luggage, the other carrying Eric, carefully avoided the vast farmlands of the Red Grass tribe, rushing rapidly in the opposite direction from which they had come.
Eric was extremely curious, wondering how they managed to distinguish directions in this vast expanse of white snow. Could this be the instinct of a wild beast?
