Au centre de la Corse, au cœur de sa forêt, une femme chasse la nuit en rêve. Dans le regard de l'animal tué, elle reconnait le visage de celui ou de celle qui va bientôt mourir. Ce don ancestral lui vient de loin, des racines les plus profondes de l'île. Mais déjà on ne l’écoute plus. Elle est une femme sauvage. Une Mazzera. Seul un berger semble encore l'entendre.

In the heart of a Corsican forest at night, a woman dreams of hunting. After killing, as she looks into the eyes of dead wild animals, she can see faces. Those of people who in real life are about to die. This is an ancestral gift that was passed on to her, and comes from the depth of the island. Even though today, no one seems to care about her visions anymore. Because she is a wild woman. A Mazzera... There is only this one shepherd who is still paying attention.