The Lion's Way

The dawn is especially cruel this morning.

Aiwe and those who accompany her (or creepily follow her from a distance) make their way back to the site of the ambush just as the morning’s rays illuminate the area. The night’s rain has washed away most of the signs of battle… except for the bodies. The archers remain where they fell, with several carrion birds digging in happily. Keggruk’s armored form doesn’t seem to have been bothered yet. The ogres…

The ogres’ corpses are feeding a half-dozen wolves. The canine beasts rip and tear with bloody muzzles. Occupied as they are, they don’t seem to have noticed the newcomers yet.

Aiwe carefully scans the scene for a few minutes and finds no other threat than the wolves. Every so often one of the beasts turns and nips at another for coming too close.

Ossein easily spots Happy in the dried mud near the bodies of Bert and Keggruk. The torch has only the smallest flame burning at the moment. No doubt it didn't enjoy being left out in the rain overnight.

Aiwe finishes dragging Keggruk's over-sized body to her, and... it isn't a pretty sight. It's immediately apparent, however, how the orog was slain. A neat hole more than a half-foot deep is where one of his eyes used to be. It's a garish wound, but also eerily precise. How could a man score such an accurate blow in total darkness?

Wirrow notices the wolves acting strange. Several of them start pawing at their own faces, and the others are dancing forward and back, as though something is keeping them from finishing their meal.