Redhawk Caldera fetch me the monkey's tail

A sad looking hare hung from Reyes' teeth. He was tempted to eat it and claim a failure-to-catch if anyone asked him what was up; but he knew better. There wasn't much meat on the creature. It had the look of something desperate when he'd come across it — it hadn't even run when he'd approached it. It was less a hunt and more of a compassionate end-of-life.

Reyes picked his way across the snow towards the center of the caldera. He veered off-track as he looked for a good place to bury the sad sack of meat, and contemplated if it would be worthwhile to dig a fresh one. The ground was frozen; it a quick thought that Reyes readily dismissed.

As he swung about, trying to decide on a plan of action, he thought he saw a silhouette among the trees. He froze and watched it, noticing a particular shift of the shape as if it were a limping figure. The boy sniffled, swallowed, and then headed off to intercept them. The caldera wolves had some injuries among them and whoever it was Reyes marched towards could likely use a fresh meal, meager though it was.