The withered yellow wild grass still stands firm, densely rising between the piled-up snow.
The sky is filled with many clouds, a hazy gray.
And the wind never ceases, passing through the mountains and forests, crossing the wide plains.
The spotted fur on Tiger First's body is blown by the wind, fluttering backward.
It stands upright on a rock half-buried underground, gazing into the distance.
Tiger Second and Tiger Third follow closely behind Chen Zhou—
They have lit a campfire on the riverbank.
...
In the early winter, the river has yet to freeze, but it is bone-chillingly cold.
The giant lizards, giant turtles, and birds resembling fearsome predators that once roamed the riverbank have vanished. Chen Zhou found many "unfinished" nests on the frozen solid soil layer of the riverbank.
Those holes, approximately 1 meter in diameter and slanting downward, were dug by turtle species.
