Moonspear moonlight start

Fellway, unaware that a group of someones had set their sights on the mountain, was lurking in the aforementioned wood. His coat offered no protection from Amekaze's eyes - in the yellowish haze of the night's unusual moon, he glowed white and obvious.

She, on the other hand, was a shadow. The northerner did not spot the approaching stranger, nor smell her - the wind did not favour him, and Fellway was too busy digging down to keep up with changes in his surroundings. "Oh - fetid fecking arse-nuggets, he swore colourfully, hitting stone and ceasing his digging. Whatever delightful smell was concealed by the earth was apparently not good to excavate.