Jakob didn't notice her. He was staring up at the moon, seemingly peaceful. The moonlight gleamed off his face, as well as off the sheath of his dagger. He spotted a luna moth and smiled, stretching out a hand. It alighted upon his fingers and flapped twice before taking off.<br/><br/>Then Gaiyle shifted, breaking a twig. Jakob growled and swung around, dagger drawn. "Who's there?" he snarled.