A winter night on the Tundra.
The cold was like sharp icicles, mercilessly piercing every inch of the air.
Darkness shrouded the land like a thick, black velvet blanket, enveloping everything within.
At the edge of the Moonlight Forest.
Seven or eight tents were arranged in a circle around a roaring bonfire.
The townspeople from Kivalina had spread reindeer hides directly on the snow, sitting in a large circle around the fire.
A whole reindeer was spitted over the flames, sizzling as fat dripped down, kicking up bursts of sparks.
The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the air, enough to make one's mouth water.
The townspeople sang traditional songs in loud, coarse, and unrestrained voices that echoed at the edge of the Moonlight Forest.
Joyful smiles graced every face as they passed around a green bottle. The label read "Red Star Erguotou." Each sip was so strong it made them grimace, yet they couldn't resist taking another.
