The woodsman stared into the eyes of the frightened child.
“What are you doing out here alone? At this time of day?”
In the deepening shadows, his attention was drawn to two darkly smudged handprints which stretched down the sides of her dirty cape.
“Are you hurt?” She gave him nothing more than a brief shake of her head.
“Show me your hands.” Reluctant at first, she held them, palm down, in front of her, arms slightly extended, fists tight.
“Turn them over.” He drew in a sharp breath at the sight of the blood smeared skin.
“Wolf”, she whispered.