Theo watched from the treeline as the massive armies suddenly became a churned contest for food amongst the Earthwyrms. He noted movements beyond the swallowing of dead bodies, and saw that some life remained on the field aside from the burrowing creatures and the Drakenors overhead. He sat crouched in a tree, his white hair and long lupine tail giving him little in the form of camoflauge. The rest of him was human, save for the slight gleam of his green eyes and the way he held himself in the tree. He watched as a chariot driven by a wolf seemed to head towards him and tensed. Woudl they draw the wyrms right to him, or was he safe in the tree. Something told him that the first group of trees wasn't as safe as deeper in would be, and so he tensed himself, prepared to jump if need be. The container on his back shifted slightly, many handles of swords and the wooden poles of spears, staffs, and other weapons from the battlefield visible from the open top. From within came the sound of clinking metal as he shifted on the spot, keeping himself ready to move as the chariot approached.