Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

it is the blood that attracts her to the wolf-boy. shark-like, she presses through stiff, ice-covered reeds and decaying undergrowth, hunger writ across every line of her face. gaze flits over the reeds, every shred of movement reacted to with a flick of her auds and quick turn of her muzzle. greyjay is ravenous, but she is not stupid. 

walk lengthens to a lope, pausing once to paw at something organic, decaying, just beneath the snow. but the scent draws her ever onward, and then she finds the boy. auds swivel forward, gaze hungry as it alights on him. a wolf, but young. tongue passes over her lips, searching for what bleeds. it is disappointment, and then interest, that alights on her expression when her gaze finds the leg. 

she remains within the cover of the reeds, unmoving, staring out at the wolf-boy. it is unlikely he will keel over right then, but his death might come within days, should he be alone, and should she play her cards right. the coyote is if anything persistent, and patient.