The sun, on the verge of sinking below the horizon, cast its already dimming light onto the now-quiet prairie, while the darkening sky became gathering place for carrion birds, their unpleasant cries filling the air.
On the ground, the beasts that had previously been frightened away were once again converging from all directions, drawn by the smell of blood, ready to partake in a feast they would likely never witness again in their lifetimes.
"These damned beasts!"
A warrior, part of the victorious side of the war, looked up while searching for the remnants of comrades among the piled-up corpses. He cursed at the sight of the sky-darkening flock of carrion birds, which had nearly obscured the remaining light of the sunset, rendering the heavens especially ominous.