Please indicate how you would like to be acknowleged, if at all. The silvery full moon cast shadows across the untrodden hillside. The night is calm and cool. The sad shrill cricket song is silent. Ghostly mist shrouds the black peat bogs.
Death is in the air.
A lone figure stands, absorbing the expanse of the ebony silence. The stillness is pierced by the sudden blast of a distant hunting horn. Wolf howl echo. Terrified, his heart beats wildly, he is the prey. Hollow, rapid footfalls beat the cold, damp earth.