The dirt slipping through my hands is laced with thick blood and sticky sweat. The liquids pool in my palms before trickling through the little gaps between my fingers. Drawing my hand closer, I breathe in a whiff of the putrid stench of mass-murder. Through the brown strands of my hair, my gaze flickers around me. Slumps of ruby stained bodies scatter on the forest' clearance surrounding me, mangled by wild animals yet slain by the worst ones of all - humans.

"Their faces are unrecocgnisable," A man mutters above me.

I wipe the muck onto my cloak and raise to my feet, "We need not their faces to know who is behind this."

A few eyes flicker over to me, as if only now registering my presence - my presence that has been lingering on this battle field longer than any of these inept mercernaries. The moon glares down from the scattered gaps of the shadowed trees.

"They've been mauled by wolves." Another man murmurs into the night. A swirling cloud of fog brushes past my lips as I exhale, "Their last breaths were stolen by men."

Frantic eyes flick to me, "Sir, this is chaos. We mustn't rule out any possibilites-"

"Chaos, yes. But in chaos there is calculation - meticulous, vile calculation."

My eyes snag a glistening dagger poking out from one of the dead, "Tell me, young knight, how can a wolf weild a weapon?"