Anyone who came around the corner and onto the fourth floor landing would find a wolf, unconscious and breathing shallowly, laying on the floor and a twisted heap. Blood had dripped from his muzzle onto the floor, and there was some matted in his fur over his eye. He lay where he had fallen after the Witch's magically administered beating against the walls and ceiling. When someone approached, he stirred and then fell still again. He made a pitiful sight, bloody and out for the count, but that didn't change the fact that he was still big and bad, and whoever tried to approach him would likely be running a serious risk.