*Over the prairie covered with golden yellow grass, dark clouds were gathering, in the distance lightning was already flickering on the horizon and the wind was bringing sounds of thunder. On a sultry late summer afternoon, two pine marten were walking along the edge of the grassy plain, looking anxiously towards the approaching storm.

The wind brought the smell of fresh rain from afar, and electric lightning flashed on the horizon, they had to hurry, and even the ravens appeared, signaling the impending hunt of the wolves.

All things considered, this did not bode well for the two pine martens, Quanaq and Rask.*