Reindeer, old friends.
Each of these big guys had antlers, and there were many of them, gathered together en masse at this moment, looking quite spectacular.
On the snowy ground, Bi Fang and six dogs were buried in the snow, their seven pairs of big eyes rolling around, as if envisioning hundreds of huge roasts with bones sticking out running across the endless snowy plains.
Goudan softly called out and scratched at Bi Fang's clothes with his paws, seemingly urging him to hurry up.
Bi Fang was not overly excited, tapped Goudan's head, and stroked his chin in contemplation, "Without cover, it's a bit troublesome."
No sooner had he spoken than the drone soared high into the air, revealing a bird's-eye view of the terrain within hundreds of meters – all uniformly snowy plains, exceptionally flat, with no suitable cover to conceal their figures.
In such terrain, forget approaching at twenty meters—even at fifty meters, they could easily be spotted.
