Within the vast snow-laden forest, a young man and girl were leisurely strolling.
"The great cold wave has just passed, it's unlikely for animals to be active," the young girl, leading the way, enthusiastically explained to the youth behind her.
"However, on the flip side, if we can locate their dens, we could have a bountiful harvest!"
In Ansel's perspective, the recent events had indeed cast a significant psychological shadow on Seraphina. Therefore, to help her regain her usual demeanor, he decided to accompany her on a leisurely stroll around the expansive woodland surrounding Red Frost territory, as a means to lighten her mood.
"Does Seraphina always hunt this way during winter?" Ansel inquired.
"Mmm... the frequency of hunting does decrease in winter," Seraphina, carefully observing the snow-covered ground, responded.
"Otherwise, it would affect the harvest for the next year—unless we're having a hard time."
