"Caw!"
They spent the night in the cavern, without even spreading out sleeping bags, as the wind blade brown bear Bill served as the most comfortable cotton blanket. Both Russell and Grove lay on top of Bill to sleep.
The unicorn Polly stood in the middle of the cavern, sleeping without her hooves touching the ground—Wind Walking Skill was already her instinct, requiring no active spellcasting.
Gloomy Dreamland descended, and the spirited Little Dream Dragon appeared and pulled Polly into it.
"Alright, no more nonsense, let's eat!" Once everyone had assembled, Russell's chubby little hand waved.
The Dream Family set off excitedly.
Above the snowy plains of the ice age, the Snow Ghosts were incredibly numerous, popping up from nowhere, like cutting grass; more appeared each time a batch was hunted down. Not many days had passed since the Second Meteorfall Battle, yet the Snow Ghosts had already recovered their numbers.
"Who cares where they come from, just eat them up!"
