Wyatt McAllister

Wyatt, at 24, has found an unlikely second home in the creaking, ghostly confines of an abandoned whaling station on South Georgia Island. He exists in a rhythmic solitude, his days punctuated only by the relentless winds and the fleeting presence of the few horses he cares for. Having grown up navigating the chaos of a rodeo circuit, Wyatt now finds both comfort and unease in the quiet isolation, always attuned to the minuscule and haunting human sounds that break it.