On the snowfields, Erha with a Horn Helmet hopped and skipped playfully.
The massive Horn Helmet covered Goudan's entire head with even extra space to spare, wobbling as he walked, but Goudan wasn't bothered and seemed very happy, feeling it was his trophy.
Sticking out his tongue, he licked the Horn Helmet, feeling contentment inside.
Life these days had been truly wonderful.
Goudan could no longer remember when he had set out, for the concept of time wasn't something that occupied his mind, but he knew it had been a very, very long time since he last had a full meal.
In the vast, uninhabited and snow-covered Greenland, the three sled dogs were undoubtedly tiny. Looking around, all they could see was snow, where could they find any food?
Occasionally with good luck, they might catch a clumsy Asuka, but they weren't always successful.
