She does

"Home...yes...I live close. That's why I run here," she nodded at him, then her face suddenly took on a look of dismay. "My fanny pack! It has my keys! They took it off me when...when...they had me..."

Hunter nodded and squeezed her shoulder gently, then softly licked her cheek to comfort her. He pointed at her, then pointed at the ground. As she looked at him with eyes that were trying to understand, he pointed to himself then back towards the scene of the ****.

"You want me to stay here...while you go look for my fanny pack?" she asked, her voice full of doubt. He nodded, giving her an encouraging growl and another reassuring squeeze of her shoulder. "Be careful," she murmured to him.

He turned and bounded away, his senses straining for any sound or scent as he approached the field of battle. He heard the laboured breaths of two people and a low painful moaning, but nothing else. As he got closer he could see the three bodies still prone on the ground, one of them moving slightly. It was the ****, hugging his crushed hand to his chest as if trying to squeeze the pain out of it. He was conscious, but only barely, and Hunter ignored him as he scented the ground, looking for the smell of the girl.

He quickly found the torn remnants of her clothing, and a moment later the discarded fanny pack. Picking it up he turned to look at the moaning man, a fierce flame of rage growing inside him. It would be so easy to finish him, wipe him out of existence, and Hunter felt his jaws work as he imagined ripping his throat out.