You're out of the plague. Breathing in the stretch bone, still in the sleeping bag is not much navorochat per night. And then they ... the gang straight ... so to speak, "clean the area."# header
** Such a "hard life of the north", the lack of salt and all the traces of human life are very tantalizing for the deer. When in the morning you run "to the Christmas tree," a few muzzles lick you at once. At night, not everyone can reach a tree. Not because it is lazy, but because of the strong winds a few meters from the plague you can not see anything, the flashlight in the frosty weather may be extinguished, not to mention foreign technology "aka smartphone". Unfortunately, the cases of "getting lost, frozen within 20 meters of the plague" are not quite fairy tales. **
