When he woke up, he found himself tucked into the icy bed he had grown used to over the past years.
Unlike when he first started living there, the place had been decorated with the leather, skin and fur of the beasts that had fallen to his blade. Not long after he started his training with the Riveria, he found out he was running out of the materials he had brought along to make his life easier and soon had to resort to hunting to ensure his survival.
The dungeon that resided in the middle of the settlement had vanished as it was a one time one, but even if it was available Valdor had doubts he could get anything useful from it as it was the land of the undead, he couldn't eat the rotten flesh of the ghouls.
The first tries to hunt for something ended in failures as the only time he didn't hunt after his prey he did so in the forest of Gamora. Moving from hunting animals to hunting beasts in the perilous location, the icy mountains, was a very big challenge.