WOOF WOOF!!
Having received his master's praise, Prince proudly lifted his head, his eyes squinting in a look of pure enjoyment.
Feng Mountain picked up the free rabbit, tossed it into the wicker basket, and dusted off his hands. He'd eaten and drunk his fill; it was time to head back to camp.
The Melting Ice River Valley was still some distance from the camp.
He called Nash over, and they flew the Carnation back to camp. After landing, the two of them recovered the plane with its waterproof tarp.
Returning to the camp, Feng Mountain felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
A reindeer hide was nailed to a wooden frame, leaning against the workshop to air-dry. The drafty spots in the body of the bus had also been sealed up with wooden planks.
It seemed Nash hadn't been idle these past two days.
