[It does not occur to him to let the boy know he'll do it. He just does it. The trees change a little, the light changes a little, the shape of the shadow itself flows into the shade next to a man on the ground, a hunter's bag and tools fallen on the underbrush just a little too far from his groping hand. The lower half of his face is dark, though there is nothing above him to cast quite so dramatic a shadow. His eyes stare, wide, upward at the moon; his mouth is open. After a moment the view of his tongue and teeth are swallowed up in shadow. His screams go quiet.]

Once I knew how many of 'em there'd be and where, I went to the village. Is that what you wanted to see? Just what is it you're trying to trace?