The young fox had laid himself down alongside the corpses as they approached, slowly so as not to attract attention with a sudden movement. he smeared some of the blood and vicera along the ground beside him to make it look as if her was just another corpse, though he kept one hand on his belt knife. Hoefully the stench would prevent the keen nose of the riding dire-wolf from scenting him. He watched theough almost closed eyes as they passed within a few yards of him, easily close enough to hear the female's comment.<br/><br/>He sneered mentally at her statement. All very well for her to say, with weapons and armour and her privileged position. When people like her took your food and burned down the barns, carried your family and friends away to a life of near slavery, it was reasons of state. When the people without swords tried to regain a little of what they had lost, it was scavenging. At least what he was taking from these people, none of them would miss. He felt so angry, he was almost ready to jump up and scream at her, almost.<br/><br/>The appearance of another wolf was great, just great. Why did half the country pick this precise spot out to have a country fair? He trusted this one even less than the other two, from his voice to his demeanor, couldn't they tell he was scum? The insincere flattery, the unbelievable story. Any traveller, lost or not would have stayed away from a battlefield like a plague, and been able to tell it was there from a good distance away. No, this creature had business here.