They followed a path invisible under the snow, down toward the woods along the side of a big L-shaped field, the dog scouting ahead of them, racing back on her tracks toherd her humans together, straining her ears yearningly at the perturbed, watchful sheep.
Although the Europeans seemed prepared to wait, we reluctantly returned to our car after an hour, and cut back through the peninsula, with a herd of guanacos scampering ahead of us on the road.