High in the rugged mountain pass, a band of bighorn sheep stands watch over their domain. Their sure-footed steps trace paths worn smooth by generations, each turn revealing cliffs, pines, and the endless sweep of valleys below. Above, a hawk rides the wind, scanning the slopes for movement, a silent sentinel of the skies. In this wild place, predator and prey share the same sharp air and open horizons, bound together by the unyielding rhythm of the high country.
