Drakmar's expression was grim. He glanced back toward where Orion was before lowering his voice to speak.
"Gather all our tribespeople. We're leaving this snowy mountain—this place is too dangerous."
Not until he had issued his orders did he speak anxiously to the elders.
"Remember this well: everything north of the swamp belongs to the giants. We must not cross that line. The giant lord is a terrifying presence."
Drakmar saw the elders frowning in confusion. He sighed.
"The giant lord is an upper Legendary-level ruler. If he truly intended to kill us, none of us would escape alive. Spread the word: the icefield to the west is off-limits for hunting."
At that, the mammoths realized that these western giants were not to be trifled with.
Drakmar no longer paid attention to his people and instead turned south, gazing toward the Desolate Plains.
