A young fox, a teenager, crouched behind a pair of piled up war chariots. He watched the scene from a distance, and resolved to get no closer. He wore plain clothing, once good quality and well fitted, but now worn with hard use, rather like he himself. Already a spare figure, hard travelling and enforced starvation had made him rail thin, muscles standing out under his fur. A sheathed knife, of far better quality than his appearance would have suggested he had, was held on a belt that had seen several notches taken in. His bare, clawed footpaws and digi-grade legs indicated him to be something of a throwback, but his piercing blue eyes, though half lidded with stress and tiredness, indicated a keen intellect behind them.<br/><br/>It looked like no-one had won, not that he really cared, in fact he was happy. To him, the two sides were much the same. He'd been apprenticed to the village smithy, in a hamlet that hadn't really noticed the war going on, until it had rolled over it. First one side, then the other, 'protecting' or 'liberating' them from the opposition, and claiming food and supplies as payment, food and other things, and killing 'collaborators', that is people who'd had more than they could spare taken from them by armed soldiers of the other side. Now there was nothing left. Nothing but him.<br/><br/>He would head south, to the city-states of the coast. He knew his trade, though rather than the pounding of the large ploughshares or swords, he'd shown talent for the smaller, more deilcate metal work, pins, knives, latches... the knife he wore was his own design. He'd hoped to find his master, a barrel chested bear who'd seemed to be able to shape the metal in his bare hands, who'd been taken to work on the weapons of one side, or his older sister, taken for one of the other things, and free them. Well, they were both free, after a fashion. The melee had spilt over the camps of the armies, and camp followers on both sides had suffered, though not for long. He'd done his best to cover them, but that was about all he could do.<br/><br/>Now his plan was simple. Loot as much wealth as he could from these corpses, hike south until he could reach a trade road, and use his funds to buy an apprenticeship into one of the metal-workers guilds. There was certainly nothing left here for him any more. Though he'd have to wait until those two left, or killed each other. Not that he wished trhe wolf any ill will, he didn't look to be with either army, but showing yourself to someone bigger and tougher than you was a risk he didn't want to take.