Unlike the Wild Men, who were accustomed to the cold, the team's Poisonous Sting Bees and Beetles showed varying degrees of distress upon entering the Snowfield.
After nightfall, they all retreated to the warmest corner of the cave, huddling together around the bonfire for warmth and occasionally making faint RUSTLING sounds, as if they were shivering.
Right beside them, bulging cloth sacks were stacked neatly.
Only after getting the Bat Slime's permission did Sergash and Semia carefully approach and untie the drawstring of one of the sacks.
With a RUSH, a large pile of irregular but plump, dense tubers tumbled out onto the hay-covered ground. They were still caked with the fertile black soil from the Root-Whisper Forest, now completely dry.
"So much food!" Sergash exclaimed.
Semia picked one up, testing its weight in her hand. It felt dense.
The two sisters looked at each other, then untied the rest of the bags, revealing more tubers.
