… Silence.... save for the scuttling of squirrels, the chirping of birdsong there was little noise to be heard nor sights to be seen. The smell of the dead steeds had not yet become too pungent, as at a glance it was clear these animals had been killed perhaps a day prior at most. Their saddles were still attached and from the distance it seems that the saddlebags and other light debris were strewn around the bodies.