[Nevtalathiel]

Nothing. Where moments before there had been a raging battle, there was nothing. No wargs, no blood, no attackers, no companions; nothing. It was as if all traces of the battle had simply been removed from the face of the earth, as if there had never been a battle, as it had all been a figment of someone's imagination which had been projected onto the world. Tumnaooriel chewed her lip and surveyed the area in silence, Bulvard and Culloth doing the same, despite Culloth's initial angry outburst. At a closer look, it was clear that the battle had been real. Whoever had been in charge of cleaning up the scene had clearly not paid much attention to detail. There were areas of trampled grass, small cuts in the trunks of trees, a few small crimson spots here and there; nothing which on it's own would have been evidence of a battle, but which together told a story, or part of one.
Hesitantly leaving the protection of Bulvard's srtong arm, Tumnaooriel stepped delicately towards the other side of the clearing, to see if there was anything else which had been left for them to see, if they looked properly. Between two of the trees, both of which had lower branches missing, she thought she could discern a trail, as if something heavy had been hurredly dragged away. Bending down, she could see that the earth was rutted in places and grass and further away larger shrubs had been torn up and dragged along with whatever it was, leaving muddy streaks and gashes in the ground.
"I think I've found something" She said quietly, not taking her eyes of the track in case it too disappeared.