Night descended, far in among the trees, and above was that moon, illuminating all with that light that is silvery to behold on such ground. The beasts were heard afar off, but not one moved near. Even the strongest among them lingered several miles away, driven back by a presence far greater than their instinct could comprehend. The wind blew unimpeded through the trees, but it was chilly.
Kuro and Kaidën stood in the midst of a small opening. Kaidën was grilling on an open flame the claw of some creature—a bear-like monstrosity. Kuro, old but terribly strong and young looking, stood next to him, waiting eagerly like a child begging for candy. His gold eyes were fixed on the meat, his mouth drooling excitedly.
When Kaidën finished grilling at last and presented it to him, Kuro began to drool, his mouth watering at the aroma of meat cooked to perfection.
