A collection of descriptions that have been gnawing intermittently at my head throughout the day.

Incandescent eyes watched us intently from behind the mossy veil of the forest's overgrowth; the night sky screamed at us, its breath a chill gust that clenched our very bones in its frozen teeth; above us, a fluid blackness interrupted only by the low-moving clouds that seemed the red moon as though she were a thing aflame; and on foot and staff, we huddled close and made haste for the Bone Hills.