"Aguda! Aguda! It's snowing! The forest outside is covered in snow!…"
Maha Agudah was deep in thought when suddenly a Fish-Skin Scout on horseback rushed back from outside the gathering. He didn't even care about the horse's strength, galloping directly through the harvested Millet Fields and into the camp!
"Qimai! Get off the horse! You may be tough, but Marco is more delicate than you; don't wear out the tribe's horse!"
Seeing Qimai, the Scout, galloping into the camp, Maha Agudah lifted his twenty-pound hammer and shouted angrily. The scout Qimai trembled, pulled the reins, and jumped off the horse immediately. Then, while slowing the galloping horse, he comically ran and shouted.
"Aguda! Aguda! Snow, it's snowing!…"
"I know it's snowing! I'm not blind!... Get to the point!..."
"Ah, yes! You're not blind, Aguda… I… I just saw human footprints outside the camp, to the north, in the snow!…"
"What?! You saw human footprints?..."
