Kelly knew that she had survived, relying on ancient wisdom, she had survived.
After a brief rest, she tightly hung the hard-won Thunderbird at her waist and, with weary yet hopeful steps, began moving toward the shelter.
She didn't venture back into the complex terrain of the forest that required constant vigilance; her hunt was complete, and she no longer needed to carefully observe footprints or track animals. She just wanted to return as quickly as possible.
Therefore, she chose to move along the fixed ice edge of the coastline. This area was relatively flat and open, allowing her to move faster and conserve energy.
The afterglow of the sunset dyed everything with a desolate blood-red hue, casting long, sinister shadows of the drift ice across the sea surface.
At this moment, her gaze was caught by a black object at the distant junction of ice and water, gently bobbing with the waves.
In this monotonous world of white and blue, that stark black was especially striking.
