As the roaring fire in the stove burned brightly, heat began to spread rapidly throughout the tent.
The temperature inside the tent shot up. The air, which had been chilly just moments before, gradually grew warm. It was as if they had stepped out of the dead of winter and into a warm spring. Everyone gathered around the wood stove, warming their numb hands and feet.
"The Tundra is so cold in the winter!" Director Roland couldn't help but exclaim, savoring the waves of warmth radiating from the stove.
The pallor on his face from the cold gradually gave way to a healthy flush, but the memory of the wind's brutal assault outside still made him shudder.
"You call this cold? You should go to Barrow, where it gets down to seventy below. Now that's what I call a real bone-chilling cold," Feng Mountain said, picking up a thick log and tossing it into the stove. As the wood fell, it sent up a shower of sparks, and the flames roared even higher.
