The daylight was just breaking. It was 0915 and the predawn hour would last at least another twenty minutes in this Icelandic winter season. We stepped on the mud and snow covered path carefully, making sure not to slip on the ice hiding below the surface layer. It was a cold, but windless morning, a perfect moment to say goodbye to the horses we had met the day before. Draka and Bruno, our two canine confidantes happily accompanied us on this short walk from the farm house to the pastures. Draka ran ahead and led the way while Bruno kept…