Feng Mountain snapped out of it, realizing he'd lost his composure.
He scrambled onto the vehicle and fumbled to start the engine.
The snowmobile's engine roared to life, shattering the awkward silence.
Quickly.
The snowmobile sped away, leaving the area protected by the tribe's Fire Seed.
Almost instantly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, dropping from a warm spring day into an icebox.
The two of them, who had just been enjoying the camp's comfortable temperature, now plunged headfirst into the harsh reality of the Far North Tundra.
The extreme temperature of over forty degrees below zero and the omnipresent, freezing wind.
Natasha was clearly struggling to withstand the cold.
Although she was draped in Feng Mountain's animal hide coat, she was still only wearing a thin evening gown underneath.
