The wolf felt his claws slice into cold, hard concrete, not warm, soft flesh. And if he wasn't mad before, he was now, whirling to face his plucky little prey for the evening with an open mouthed snarl designed specifically to illicit a 'My, how many teeth you have!' response from anyone too close.

There was a part of him, though, that was glad she'd dodged. That hoped she'd fight him and prove to be a challenge. A meal that was worked for always tasted the sweetest - no matter who or what you were, this was true.

"HRRRRRRrrraaaaar...." he growled before leaping forward again.