The women skillfully roasted the fresh, tender game, and the aroma of meat gradually filled the air. Many children gathered nearby, their mouths watering as they stared with longing.
The men were busy setting up the grounds, hanging high the various totem flags that symbolized the tribe's glory, making them snap in the wind.
Ornaments meticulously strung together from animal bones and colorful stones were hung between the tents and trees, shimmering with a myriad of colors in the sunlight and adding a brilliant splash of life to the tribe.
As for the children, they were as excited as little unbridled reindeer, running all over the settlement, laughing and playing.
Feng Shan, surrounded by the Tribal Elders, sat on a soft bearskin rug.
The bearskin rug was thick and plush, exquisite to the touch, as if it could envelop a person completely in its warmth and comfort.
The moment he sat down, he noticed all sorts of items laid out before him.
