But as soon as the shaman's son had put Lawrence on his sled, they stopped moving and scraped their hooves on the ice. Jovva had waited for The Werewolf to be installed, lying under her tarp. In turn, he climbed onto the other sled. Roxanne and her companions formed a tight-knit cluster where everyone, strangled by emotion, remained speechless. There was no room for movie farewells. The two young Sami whipped their teams, and one behind the other rushed on a semblance of a track, scaring away the nearest reindeer.

"We can't do anything better," said Anton, when the two sleds were no more than two small dots in the...