Nothern Mongolia, September 2007. Orosvoi brings a brew to the fire. It is 5am, we lie asleep beneath sheep hides and blankets. the air is about -6 degrees.  2km from the Russian Border at yellow mountain, the men hunt for plutonium and other precious minerals in the hills bordering Mongoia and Russia, This is wild land governed only by the Tsataan nomads who herd reindeer through the forests. As winter approaches, Nomin, a young Tsataan girl looks out from her teepee door at the snow falling above.  The almas has taken children in the night and may do again.