High above, circling within the shroud of the grey-white mist, the crows drew lazy rings in the air. They cried and cried from the safety of the air , complaining no doubt that the harvest of meat was taking far too long.
They were the only ones with the freedom to scream, and choosing to proceed so.
Others a bit too hasty in their hunger were already down, plucking eyes and tip of noses with their beaks.
Below them, the Hounds were getting on business. Latio stood in the center of it, his vision blurring, his knees shaking as he realised the truth of his station.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" someone barked,the bastard turned his head to see one of the veterans of his army's killers shoving a younger soldier away from a corpse.
"What? I was just—"
