A white figure 'whooshed' out of the bushes and bolted across the thick snow.
It was a white weasel.
Its slender body was covered with thick, pure white fur, and its fluffy tail swished like a sensitive rudder, swaying left and right, to control the direction of the white weasel's movement.
The round little ears clung to the sides of its head, presenting a unique streamlined shape, so as not to create any resistance from the airflow for the advancing white weasel.
However, compared to its elegant and simple appearance, the weasel's eyes were not so calm.
Even while sprinting, the little creature's round eyes couldn't help but dart around in panic, as if it were searching for something or afraid of something.
The winter sun was neither warm nor fiery, perfectly glazing the surface of the snow with a layer of ice, which made the soft snowflakes a bit harder on the exterior. Therefore, the white figure did not sink into the snow but actually sped up significantly on the snowfield.