They finally arrived before the Resting Wind began, and dug out a big pit that could accommodate everyone. Ange was alright, but the biggest obstacle was Negris. Though when stripped, it was only half a meter long, its meat wings, neck and tail took up too much space. At least five or six skeletons' space was taken up by it alone, so they had to dig a bigger pit.
The wind whistled, bringing Ange's thoughts back to the wilderness a few months ago. He couldn't help but reach out his hand, allowing the Resting Wind to wrap around his fingers, guiding the cold air downward.
A huge horse's head peeked out from the edge of the pit, looking around fearfully.
Everyone focused their gaze on it, which scared it into retracting its head.
After a good while, probably because the Resting Wind was too unbearable and it couldn't dig a pit big enough to hold itself, it made the difficult decision to choose death by blows over being blown to death.
