Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

There is little that holds his interest here.  The ageless stranger's blackened, rawboned form lay hidden in the broken shadows of Apikuni.  His looming is accompanied by a gray and cheerless twilight that sucks the color from his surroundings.  His long, rangy legs take up the entirety of the available space on the steep ledge he has sprawled upon in an ungainly looking position.

His head all but hangs off the edge as he watches a gathering of @Quails as they skitter to-and-fro with their kik-kik-kikking.  He sucks in a deep breath, the thin flesh across his ribcage taut, and lets it out slow and metered as he closes his eyes.