Director Roland gave a faint smile.
"My family is all vacationing in Italy, so it's more interesting to stay here in the Crown Territory. I go on a hunt once every year, but this is my first time on the Tundra. I promise I won't hold you back. Besides, venturing into the Tundra could give me more inspiration for my new film."
'Just listen to him.'
'Now that's what I call being smooth.'
'"Give me more inspiration," he says. Sounds nice, doesn't it?'
'Makes it impossible for me to refuse.'
Feng Mountain thought for a moment. "Alright then. Do you know how to ride a snowmobile? We'll be on the Tundra for a whole day, and I don't have the energy to babysit you."
"No problem," Director Roland said with a nod.
"Then let's head out. Everyone else stays home." Feng Mountain finalized the hunting party, and the others looked disappointed.
Three snowmobiles, towing sleds, drove out of the camp.
They plunged headfirst into the vast Tundra, shrouded in the polar night.
