“The girl was walking well. She walked so quickly, beautifully - Kereling even admired it, watching how a long shadow glides behind her across the white plain. Bumping into uneven ice, the shadow broke and twitched as if alive. The girl left the heavy glider at the edge of the ice - above the poles of this planet, the electronics died quickly and reliably. The deer had to be abandoned at the first ridge; he categorically refused to climb into the hummocks - he squealed pitifully, shook his forehead and rested with all six paws, bulging his eyes on stalks and nervously curling his proboscis. It was a good deer, well trained...”