The Snow Fluff Beast came back to its senses and quickly slipped away right under their noses.
Owen looked at the escaped Snow Fluff Beast and rubbed his snake head against his partner; did Rowan not like it?
Didn't he look at them several times just now? Owen thought he wanted one.
Rowan pushed him away: "Let's go, don't play around here."
Owen had to wrap tightly around his partner once again and carry him to continue the journey.
Crossing several dense forests, Rowan felt they were getting closer to the Lost Forest. Animals along the road became scarce, and the surroundings were a desolate expanse.
When they stopped to rest again, Rowan ate grilled meat and said, "We aren't far from the Lost Forest now, right?"
"Yes, at the current speed, another day and we will arrive." Owen's hands didn't stop turning the grilled meat.
