They were supposed to never meet again.
Sanger is the most loyal guardian of the sheepfold, with his iron chains and collars engraved into his flesh and blood; Xiao Wu is the most arrogant solo traveler in the wilderness, with freedom and loneliness melted into his instincts. The blizzard of fate pushes the old enemy to the same cliff...
On the seventh full moon night, Xiao Wu finally walked towards Sanger.
There is a legend among the Tibetan fox clan: "On the seventh full moon shining on the snowy mountaintop, the mountain god's white yak will ferry the lost souls."
Sanger wasn't convinced. The moon above the head just happened to make the fox's cunning eyes shine.
At dawn, the herdsmen found Sanger standing alone on the top of the snow mountain, with a strand of silver-white hair hanging from his collar.
And Xiaowu never left any trace again.
Some people say they saw the shadow of a white yak crossing the ridge, carrying two souls, one big and one small, on its back.
Concept: loneliness and resonance, freedom and bondage