I wiped my eyes twice to make sure I wasn't dreaming. They were there.
After 7 days of glaring at the pure white landscape searching for them through the uneven icy and snowy terrain, I confessed I had a little doubt that I might not see them at all in this trip. We rarely saw any tracks, and couldn't find any active dens.
But life always gave you surprises when you least expected it.
They were on the move. I jumped out from the snowcoach. There was no time to set up the tripod. My eye glasses was quickly frozen. I kneeled down on the snow and fired a few shots.
The scene in front of me took my breath away. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. Heart full of gratefulness.
This is the holy grail of wildlife encounter.
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