Haunted Wood no one hurts this pretty girl but her

He must have been hungry, but Swift barely noticed the scrap of meat his mother had procured. Instead, he dropped his head to his feet and pointed the empty socket and its festering sibling at the farthest point he could find. The wood was dense, and you couldn't see much further than a few meters before some vine or shrub obscured the view. A good thing when you were being stalked by bears.

Bazi sat down and watched her son watch nothing. She had a distant feeling that Something Terrible Take 2 was going to happen, but repressed it like a champ. Swift, to whom it was happening, did not have that luxury. 

Bazi cleared her throat. "Does it.. does the .." Does the one that's gone still hurt? Christ. The wolf's ears sagged on either side of her head, opening the injured ear and making its owner wince. "Can I bring something more?" she attempted lamely, wrinkling her nose when the sharp smell of decay wafted over.