"Before them now, beyon Maxim on his knees, lay a killing field of animals, a mass open grave so peculiar that at first Nikolai didn't know what to make of it. It was too much like an impressionist painting, here stark white and there black and red. Slowly, it resolved into skeletons and bodies. The fused bones of a deer next to the rotting carcass of a wild boar, a huge cauterized wound having taken out half of its belly. Big cats, bears, elk, ostriches, and dozens more, crowding the ravine, the ground a mottled a mottled darkness of rotted or rotting flesh, the blood thick on the grass, the dirt, the rocks." pg.78 Chapter 14