Redtail Rise the premature burial

He heard the call and turned mid trot to follow it. He was fairly sure that it was his Wealda, though he was still learning the howls of his packmates. The scent of the pack wasn't even fully upon him yet, he could be forgiven for mistaking a face or a call every once in a while. 

He heard screaming, not wolven, before he saw Avicus and her captor. He approached her at a quick trot but slowed when he could see fully the screaming fox on the snowy ground. He stared at it curiously, giving space to his Wealda as he stopped on the opposite side of the mangled creature. He noticed, after a moment, that all four limbs had been broken deliberately. A swift queasiness rose in his stomach and he quickly swallowed it down, anger at himself flaring up to take it's place. To leave it alive - for what? The screaming was almost unbearable but he closed his ears and his heart to it.

After a moment, he looked up at the ruddy female. He was meant for threats, which this wasn't...as it was, he was not sure what to do. He could kill it for her, if she wanted. Part of him hoped that she would let him. "Why did you call?"

He didn't notice the smell above the screams - not yet.