The summer is scorching, and the autumn wind rises, marking a junction of death and harvest, like the withering yellow grass between mountains. Groups of Canine Warriors escorting hundreds of youthful Mistec men, laden with plundered wealth, embark on their return journey northward.
Similar scenes unfold in the northern region of the Teotihuacan Valley, territory conquered by the Mexica. The resistance of all tribes has turned into death and ashes.
Further south in the valley, large groups of Canine Warriors, donned in Leather Armor and wielding copper weapons, adorned with bone accessories, roam unpredictably. Howls akin to wolves echo between the Mountains and Valleys, accompanied occasionally by sounds of slaughter, followed by a moment's fierce cries and then an eerie silence.
