Night, was still ongoing; dawn, was yet to arrive.
After their great battle with the pack of wolves, Bartlett and the company of the 'Vulgar Novel' had already abandoned their original campsite, which had been thoroughly turned inside out, and were now making their way through the dark forest.
A feast would soon take place at the campsite. It was unclear, however, who the "guests" would be. Bartlett wasn't sure whether the bodies of more than twenty winter wolves would satisfy these guests' appetites. If not enough to eat, maybe they would resort to cannibalism.
Bodies in the forest never decayed, as they wouldn't last long enough to do so.
Bartlett, in the darkness of night, was doing his best to discern their direction, leading the group onward with his unique intuition honed from years of adventures in the forest, and guided by certain special plants. Yes, intuition. Sometimes it was really important. This was something that Bartlett had learned from his dwarf companion.
