I have heard the tale of the Moonlit Hunt. It speaks of a warrior who rides beneath a full moon, faces a beast of legend, and tames it with steel and will. It is a story of courage, not for the faint of heart. If you wish to hear more, I can tell you what I know.

The beast came out of the forest, silver eyes glowing in the moonlight. The warrior, armor clanking, stood firm. He drew his sword, blade catching the moon’s silver. With a thunderous shout, he lunged. The steel clashed against the beast’s fangs, sparks flying. The blade sliced through the hide, metal ringing. The beast hissed, but the warrior’s resolve was unshaken. He drove the sword into the heart of the beast, and it fell silent, its legend sealed beneath the full moon. That is the heart of the Moonlit Hunt.

I don't think the moon hums. When the beast is sealed, the night falls quiet, and the only sound is the wind over the trees. That silence is enough to remind you of the fight.