The king of the wild goats is weary. He has forced his herd into submission for years, and this November he acknowledges his decline - the time of the successor has come.

And the man has aged. He spent wild, lonely years as a poacher in the mountains; on that November day, he knows he is nearing the end. Two solitary beings from different species, in their twilight. They have tasted, experimented, and now they are fading away. Behind them, the open trail is closing once again.