When full moonlight touches the spiralled paths of the meeting mound, the lights flicker into life and call the herd to its peak. The wild unicorns of the steppes are the only herd of such numbers, and the only herd with such a strict calendar.

What do they talk about? Nobody knows, but all ages are invited. The foals see it as a joyful event full of games and chatter, while the elders see it as a great duty. If anyone approaches, the herd stands utterly still and silent, watching, waiting for the intruder to pass.