"Jiang Yan, I'll take some people to other areas to scavenge for supplies. These firewoods might not last until morning." Song Qian got up.
The temperature outside was too low; they couldn't do much to help Ye Qing.
But for indoor tasks, like scavenging for supplies, they could contribute.
Jiang Yan nodded, "Okay,"
"Brother Song, we'll go with you." Qin Lang and a few other warriors said.
Song Qian nodded slightly.
"Brother Song, wait for me, I'm coming too!" Kong Wu said as he struggled to rise, but Jiang Yan pressed him back down, "You need to heal your wounds first."
His back and arms were badly torn open by a Snow Wolf.
Even though Lin Xiaohui had applied medicine and bandaged him, he still needed some time to fully recover.
Jiang Yan had just given her some adhesive suture strips and sterile pads; the warriors' torn wounds were patched up like centipedes.
"Sister Yan..." Kong Wu felt a little grievance, "I don't want to drag you all back..."