With fast speed, Blanco quickly ran past everyone else, except the few individuals running closer to the father. Getting closer to them, Blanco sped up even more and slowly passed them one by one.

As one being passed by Blanco, they tried desperately to keep up with him and ran past him, causing the distance between them and the others running behind them to widen.

Even the father noticed that a few of his children running behind him were rapidly getting closer. Glancing back, he understood the situation and increased his speed.

Within seconds, the distance between the father and the others widened significantly.

Running from one tree branch to another, and then to a larger one, the father guided the Frost Makers back into the bush field where they hunted for fish.

Running through the bush field, the father jumped to the other side of the water flow, and his children followed suit, jumping to the other side as well.

In the morning, the water in the flow was clear and calm, allowing them to see the colurfull reflections of the bush roots that ran below the water flow.

After passing the water flow, the father guided them and continued to run through the bush field, leading them to a new area where Blanco and the others had never ventured before.

After a long run, the group of Frost Makers passed through the bush field and arrived at a place where the ground was broken, resembling the edge of a mountain. From there, the father gazed at the scenery in front of him. Getting closer to his father, Blanco looked at the scene where a valley of rocks was located.

Throughout the entire area in front of them, there were large pillars of rocks everywhere—some as large as the tallest trees in the forest, and some shining brightly under the sun above.

Thud!

The father jumped from the edge of the land and landed in the valley below. The children followed eagerly, jumping down and landing safely on the ground.

Once all of them were on the ground, father guided them through the rock field. They passed numerous exotic-shaped rocks and crystals.

But at one point, the father suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on an exotic-looking frog with large ears laying on a flat surface rock.

The sun's shine fell directly on the surface of the rock, heating it to the point where the air around it began to blur. Yet, the frog lay comfortably on the rock, its stomach facing up and its head low, positioned so the sun fell directly on its belly. With its eyes closed, the frog was thoroughly enjoying its sunbath.

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The father slowly lowered himself closer to the ground and took extremely slow and silent steps forward. Watched by his children, he took a few minutes to slowly get closer to the rock where the frog was lying.

Swish!

Suddenly, he dashed forward. The frog reacted quickly as soon as it heard a sound and got up, but the father was already upon it and grabbed hold of the frog with his mouth.

Thud!

The two of them fell to the other side of the rock and disappeared from Blanco's and the others' vision.

Shursh!

The sound of rustling could be heard. After a few seconds, the rustling stopped, and the father jumped back onto the rock with the frog in his mouth. Dropping it to the ground, he lay upon the rock and gazed at his children.

The Frost Makers hurriedly scattered, each going their own way to hunt.

Running through the rock field, Blanco came to a place where a pile of rocks lay and prepared climbed up onto it.

Clank!

He suddenly heard a sound from behind. Looking back, he saw Puff making his own way through the rock field.

"What about her?" Blanco looked for Nixie but didn't see her close to him. Looking around, he saw her a bit farther away, going through a grassy area in the rock field.

"Usually she follows me, but I think she finally understands that after this month, we have to hunt on our own," he thought.

Blanco focused back on the rock he was climbing and climbed up upon it. Once at the top, he gazed around the area and saw nothing but rocks around.

"Hunting frogs in this field would be tough," Blanco thought as he jumped down from the rock and walked forward.

Even though the sun shined brightly and hotly in the sky, Blanco still saw some spots where the wet mosses were overtaking some of the rock fields.

"Where is this water coming from? It doesn't seem like there's been any rain recently here," Blanco thought as he gazed toward the sky. Except for the giant sun, he didn't see any dark clouds.

Walking past the moss-covered rock area, Blanco continued his hunt for a frog. After walking through a few tight and curved rocks, Blanco came to a place where a layer of large rocks lay in front of them.

Continuing his way, he climbed one of the bigger rocks and got to the highest point. As he got closer to the place where he could pass to the other side.

Woosh!

A noisy sound reached Blanco's ears. "This sound is so familiar," Blanco hurriedly stepped up his pace and rushed toward the peak of the rock ledge. Upon reaching that place, he gazed at the other side where he saw a stream of water flowing through another part of the rock field.

"This must be the grassfield water flow," gazing at the water flow, Blanco saw there were large leaves growing at the same level as the water along the stream. Upon those large leaves, he saw the exact-looking frogs that his father had caught, lying comfortably basking in the warmth of the sun.

Looking at them, Blanco took a step forward.

Clink!

But As he did, one of his paws stumbled with a rock piece, and the piece fell down through the cluster of rocks, hitting one rock after another, causing a few more rocks to fall along with it, which emitted a noticeable sound.

Plop! Plop!

Within a second, the sound reached them. The frogs hurriedly jumped into the water and disappeared from Blanco's sight.

"Guess Father's lesson today is how to be stealthy,"