Carrying beautiful hope and the determination to risk death, the large and small Snow Wolves climbed mountains and waded streams, entering the midst of the magical beast herds.
On Eric's side, he knew that Thomas and the others would visit all the Snow Wolf tribes this time, persuading whomever they could.
Although he was worried about their safety, he also knew they would need several months to return, so he wasn't in a hurry.
While Thomas and the others hadn't returned yet, A Tat couldn't sit still and went with A Khac to see Eric.
"Little Patriarch, I know some people from the Horned Goat tribe. They work very hard too. I want to..." A Tat revealed a troubled expression.
After all, the harvest season had ended, and the workload in the Hadu tribe had decreased significantly. Bringing Horned Goat people in now seemed like taking advantage no matter how one looked at it.
