From the slight chill which hung in the air arose a kind of beast like no other. A man of non-questionable stature, stiff of limb from the hours spent dozing between hunts. A bachelor gentle on the eyes, broad and looming in his figure. A man of honor and discipline, though something illusive slunk just behind the golden peaks of his iris'... A romantic, then? But one just out of reach for all. His expression was worn plainly, politely. Soft auds stood alert atop his cranium as the earth underneath seemed to rumble with the movement of the herd (one he'd been tracking for some time now). The days alone had begun to blend together, one sun rose and another set and still he roamed regardless. His voice was something he hadn't heard in moons, something rough and cold with disuse. The alabaster visage of a figure came to his mind, then; though faded just as quickly when the setting sun struck his eyelids in such a way which forced them open. Or...he just refused to dawdle on the past. Monaghan knew not of what had happened to him - his brother - but whatever did cast a shadow so long and furious, the nights had become starless.

The stretch which rattled his bones was slow, meticulous in its grasp on aching muscles. Monaghan had been trailing the herd to pick off any scraps feasible, though it had become harder as the wolves had temporarily rooted in this forested nook. The male knew not to encroach on their temporary hunting grounds, and so he bade himself to the border - however difficult it was to find prey. Rising as the sun fell to the world's knees, Monaghan shook out his downy coat and turned to watch as the sun fell. The grassland stretched around him for hundreds of feet, (The Elk's Crown some ways off of course), and a single leaning willow tree loomed over him at a falling angle.