Grouse Thicket when you asked for light

The sun was something the man attempted to avoid, feeling lethargic under the hot rays, but he moves nonetheless, feeling every part of him diminish, his speed, his mental processes, even his hunger. He is by no means peaceful or tranquil by the loss of the ever present lust, instead, the man feels empty. He cannot will the sun into setting, and simply accepts the loss, even as he stares at a lone woman. She would be defenseless, barring her own fighting prowress. The strigoi could so easily take her...and yet he simply nodding in greeting. 

His head turns in the direction of the howl, gesturing casually. Do you know of them? He asks, unsure if she is a resident of the Hinterlands or merely passing through.