The biting cold made teeth chatter uncontrollably, the sound ringing out with stark clarity in the small cabin.
"You get used to it! The Inuit have lived in this kind of environment for thousands of years." Feng Mountain seemed much calmer. He responded with a smile while vigorously shaking out his animal hide coat, sending a shower of ice crystals rustling to the floor.
Afterward, Feng Mountain spread the hide coat open and hung it on the wall. He then walked over to the fire, sat down, and held out his hands to warm them.
Yves, for his part, got busy. He took out some coffee powder and poured it into a stewpot already filled with packed snow.
He placed the stewpot on the fire, where the flames licked merrily at its base. Before long, the mixture in the pot began to react.
Nash wasn't idle, either. After rummaging in his backpack for a moment, he pulled out a few sticks of dried musk ox jerky and handed them around.
