Porcupine Ridge haruspex

What could it be? 

Parting through branches and missing the points of thorns in her pads, the girl was quick to meet the side of the shadow man. Hesitant, however, the closer that she became.

For some reason expecting the flayed body of a vale wolf.

Instead, a sight that did not turn her stomach. Only a hare. Taken down, likely, by the bare teeth of the shadow man. It was played with before eaten.

The light furs of her face leaned towards his in a curious mutter, "What are we looking at?" Intrigued to become intrigued, but..not quite yet seeing what was supposed to catch her untrained eye. A distant alarm started to flutter away against her skull. "Sickness?" In their food?