The winds were too cold. The unlight was covered with mist, blinding them off everything. Whatever they saw was snow. Everything was white. They didn’t know where they were? How far did they have to go? Will they ever reach the tip of the range? The sound of the freezing wind was bone-chilling.
They couldn’t even see the znaids behind them, but their snorts made them believe they were following. They were covered in snow from head to toe.
“We will never make it. The znaids are tired,” Ze-Ma-Ra called out. She was shivering. Even her fur and the fur coat she used to cover her body weren’t keeping her warm.
The znaids were making unusual sounds. They were not used to such colds. The Dark Mountains were never cold. The znaids used to reside inside the warmth of their caverns.
Me-Te-Ra can
