The smell of decaying flesh would be noticeable once Janis got up closer to where they lay. That sweet and bitter scent of rotting meat in the air around where the bits of flesh and bone sat on the grass by the forest edge. The flies were around the site, buzzing as they were wont to do, landed on the decaying bits indiscriminately.

Mostly, the small pile appeared to be bits of, well, meat. Dark brown, and with what appeared to be some sort of sticky liquid on them. The white bits looked to be pieces of gnawed upon bone. Most disturbing, possibly, were the two human fingers, clearly visible atop the rotting flesh.