Chapter 88 Wolf? Kingsley?

　　Freya's POV 　　I rode on Eric's back as he raced through the trees. 　　In order to avoid being spotted by Robert and the others, we abandoned all possible modes of transportation and opted for the most primitive way of running to Snowland. 　　After about an hour and a half of running, I finally insisted that Eric take a break. 　　"Eric," I said. "You need to take a break. I have some water." 　　He stopped, and I slid off. 　　After he caught his breath, I climbed back on, and we continued our run toward Snowland. 　　As we approached Snowland, I could feel the temperature dropping visibly around us. 　　The wind and snow raged, and the once-white Snowland turned silent. The cold wind whistled, blowing snowflakes like a dream. The mountains in the distance loomed in the wind and snow, resembling a quiet painting of heaven and earth. 　　"We're here," Eric said softly. I slid off him, and Eric quickly transformed into human form in front of me. 　　We hurried across the snowy plains, my footprints le