An Ziqi's eyes widened, "Xiao Moli, I want to ride too."
Xiao Moli, without hesitation, pulled her with him.
This was the first time An Ziqi ever requested anything from him. He was determined to fulfill it.
A man, completely covered in tight fur, disembarked from the sled, clearly a local.
Xiao Moli exchanged a few words with the man. The man removed his stuff from the sled and handed it over to them.
An Ziqi looked at Xiao Moli in surprise, "You can speak Icelandic?"
"I grew up in Denmark as a child, not far from here. The languages have some commonalities."
Xiao Moli explained, leading An Ziqi onto the sled. After she was securely seated, he pulled the front ropes, and the sled dogs started running cheerfully.
An Ziqi shrieked and clung to Xiao Moli instantly, trailing behind her a string of silver bell-like joyful laughter.