Moonsong Glacier ulalume

Much like his run-in with the barb-tongued woman (Evermore), Reyes wasn't exactly the helpful sort. When he came upon the bloody trail left by this puny wolf he was thinking, coyote and free meal; it wasn't the best method of gaining protein but it was an option.

When he got a good look at them though, he lost his appetite. Even with the ruddy fur and slender figure, this stranger wasn't a coyote at all. It was some unfortunate wolf who gushed blood from their mouth. They looked less like they were in pain and more dead, at least until they noticed him.

The pitiful look on their face wasn't enough to tug at Reyes' heart strings; he wasn't entirely sure why he lingered at all, except to survey the carnage wrought to them. Bites at their haunch looked fresh, smears of blood across the ginger of their coat rivaled the works of a decent wolf hunt.

Had this girl been hunted?