He had gotten up as soon as the cold began to seep back into his body.
It didn't take him long to find the pair of footprints.
There were two footsteps in the snow apart from the ones left by the bears so Jason was able to continue on the path without getting lost.
"When I find them, I need to be cautious with how I deal with it."
The battlefield where they had fought was littered with the corpses of several Ice bears.
He had done a head count and counted sixty bears, including the ones that were dead. The people that had ran away were obviously strong to take down such a large number even though there were only three of them.
Though one of them died.
The cold returned, and his torn clothing did nothing to help him. Cold winds blew past him, raising his coat.
"Should I change?"
Even though he didn't have a pair of clothing like the ones he currently wore, he knew that their conditions were poor.