Blackfeather Woods Where the hell did all this blood come from

relmyna felt that there simply must be another way to communicate aside from looks and the language of her body; such questions put to her caused a realization that answers of 'yes' and 'no' would not always suffice. and so, with a mixture of apprehension and amusement mingling in her expression, she parted her jaws and showed the boy the ragged bit of tongue she had left. closing her mouth after a moment, relmyna shook her head. no tongue. no voice. perhaps he would make the connection.
to his next quick inquiry, the patchwork wolfess shook her head. she did not live here; she followed sheogorath where he would go, but found her own shelter in the evenings, a small den she was slowly excavating. a smile trailed the length of her ruined mouth as she gazed toward the cruel oddities that littered the place; relmyna appreciated its atmosphere.
another nod, this one slow and warm. it was his to keep. the woman's brow furrowed momentarily; she gazed at his small body and wondered if he could partake of the meat, but the thought passed. she did not question its origin, nor her maternal verve; it was one of a thousand odd and disjointed thoughts that wandered through her mind each day. 
instead, relmyna pulled the skull of a rabbit from the snow and pushed it toward the child, sniffing at it deeply before she did so. did he know from what animal it came?