The Tundra in winter was a stretch of icy silence.
The two of them sped across the vast, white world on a snowmobile. The vehicle's tracks left deep grooves in the snow, but they were quickly covered by the falling flakes.
Feng Mountain gripped the handlebars, stopping the vehicle from time to time. He would stand, raise his binoculars, and carefully scan for any possible sign of reindeer.
The wind howled in his ears, and icy snowflakes lashed his face.
Finding no trace of reindeer, he started the snowmobile again and headed for the next hunting spot.
Soon, the snowmobile crested a snowy slope, and he spotted a group of black dots moving in the distance.
Feng Mountain stopped the vehicle and raised his binoculars. A herd of reindeer came into view, about ten of them, mostly adults.
'Perfect.'
'This is the herd.'
To avoid startling the reindeer with the roar of the snowmobile's engine, Feng Mountain decided to stalk the herd alone.
