Mekoa could now smell the blood. It was the smell of iron, rust, fear, and death all mixed into one giant heap. She could see Guthriekai snort and throw his head in a giddy fashion. He smelt it too, and was excited to finally see it. Mekoa was used to war and bloodshed, but this was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She had no clue as to where one body ended, and another began. All of them were scattered and covered the modest clearing easily in gore and viscera. So easily, in fact, it was almost planned. She studied the ground, although it made her stomach queasy, in an attempt to find tracks. She found none.