The bellowing of the deer is certainly a highlight of our meetings with the fauna, a sort of wild apotheosis before the relative calm that precedes winter.
What better way to experience it than to offer ourselves an evening out of time, far from the known paths, to relive the primordial emotions that still tie us to the earth and to the life of the last millennia? We will follow the clues left by our wild friends, so many signs to decipher in order to understand their habits and the history of their loves. Then, in the darkness invading the heights of the crests, we will relive the immemorial rites that still resonate with the animal part buried deep in our hearts.
