The hauntingly beautiful story of our last thylacine. Where the mist swallows mountains and winds whisper through ancient trees a mother and her pup run wild and free. They hunt, but they are also hunted. Carted away. Sold for bounty. And then, one careless night... The last thylacine is gone. The story of Tasmania's last thylacine, that died in captivity after a zookeeper neglected to put the animals in their shelters for the night. The thylacine and many other animals died that night of exposure.