The snow, as dense as Gagabeast fur, had now become smaller. It was lazily drifting down, like a great snowfall from a few days ago that was now spent.
Ji Nuan was sitting on Xiu Yan's back, dressed in thick beast skinned clothing crafted by Aunt Naima and Aunt Ge Rou, a beast skin cape draped over her. Only her eyes were peeping out.
"Little Ji Nuan, it would be better if you stayed in the tribe and let the orcs go instead, it's highly dangerous!" Grandma Shaman said, taking Ji Nuan's hand, her worry apparent.
Ji Nuan strenuously pulled down the beast skin covering her mouth: "Don't worry, there are so many beasts protecting me, what beast can hurt me?"
As the well-prepared orcs heard what Ji Nuan said, it was as if they had taken some kind of an elixir, all cheerfully roaring in unison; "Shaman, rest assured we are all strong orcs, we won't let the little cub get hurt."
They all looked extremely proud and insufferably arrogant.
