Rain beats down. Wind whips through the barren trees and frozen undergrowth. Streaming water melts the frigid earth.
Shadow dark figures move menacingly throughout the landscape, surrounding two brothers.
The two young men are hunters, stalking dangerous prey that desires to rip apart their souls. The brothers move in instinctive sync with each other, bedecked with assured and fluid grace.
They hold the line, decrepit skeletal limbs assailing them- reaching, grasping for them in the raging air.
The incantation ends. The atmosphere relinquishes its strangling hold. The disappearing shadows cry, a keening single note going on and on and on…