46 046 Earl Dawson_1

As the night fell, the heavy snow finally stopped.

But this did not mean that the most difficult time had passed.

In fact, it was not too cold when it was snowing, but it is truly terrible after the snow.

Under the command of Marquis Garcia, the Dark Cavalry set up camp and started a bonfire.

If they didn't warm themselves by the fire and eat something hot, this army would likely start losing soldiers for non-combat reasons.

Colin didn't squeeze into a tent but nestled under the belly of his warhorse, building a fire all by himself.

Actually, the inside of the tent was not much warmer than under the belly of his horse, and moreover, he had some privacy there.

At least, his blood-drinking habit wouldn't be noticed by others.

The blood was fox blood, saved from a poor snow fox he had caught earlier.

Of course, while drinking the blood, Colin also bit into the hard dried meat, so no one would notice that he wasn't eating normal food.