At this moment, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, and the last rays of the sun managed to tint them with a faint golden edge.

Song Liyun didn't see any human figures through the binoculars. In her line of sight, there was only a pack of wolves with their young and old hurrying along, none of them paying any attention to the antelope standing beside them.

Soon, the whole family of more than a dozen wolves disappeared behind the hillside.

Xiao An took the binoculars from Song Liyun and began to observe the surroundings in a serious manner. Suddenly, he pointed to the distant horizon and said, "Sister, those clouds are moving so fast! And they're as thick as cotton quilts on the kang (a heated brick bed)."

Wu Dan, being a lively person, wanted to see for himself as well. When he saw the rolling dark clouds through his binoculars, his expression changed drastically: "It's a thunderstorm!"

Song Liyun laughed: "Wu Dan, are you stupid? It's about to snow, there's no way it'll rain."

Rainfall is scarce on the grasslands, especially now that it's winter. Even though the sun has been shining brightly these past few days, it won't rain.

Wu Dan shook his head: "I've seen this kind of cloud before. The elders in the tribe say that thunderclouds are like this. They come quickly and stop quickly, but they also come on very suddenly. If your clothes get wet and then the wind blows, you'll freeze to death!"

Song Liyun dared not be careless and immediately took Xiao An and Wu Dan back to the edge of the prefab house, telling Elder Shan about the discovery of Lei Yuyun.

Elder Shan had lived on the grasslands his whole life and had seen all sorts of strange things, so he wasn't surprised that thunderstorms occurred in early winter.

"It's alright. In rainy years, there's winter rain too, but it usually stops after the time it takes to brew a cup of tea!"

When Elder Shan, his face dark, scrambled down the hill, everyone realized the seriousness of the situation.

Everyone sprang into action.