As the wind outside the cave gradually died down, the Snow Wolf King trotted gracefully up to Xu Ying, with silver-grey fur still dusted with unmelted snowflakes.
It lowered its head to gently nuzzle Xu Ying's hand, a trace of gentleness flickering in its golden eyes: [Little Xu Station Chief, the storm has lessened, we can set off now.]
The four of them followed the guide bear, leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths in the snow.
The bear's broad back was like a moving wall, shielding Xu Ying and the others from the biting cold wind along the way.
When they reached that steep snowy cliff, Xu Ying couldn't help but gasp—the cliff face was nearly vertical, with a crooked pine faintly visible through the swirling white snow mist.
[That's the place!] The bear pointed with its paw.
Chen Su had already deftly unstrapped his backpack and retrieved the drone equipment.
