He stood over her, waiting for her to get up. "No." It was firm, and made obvious that he'd knock her down as many times as he had to. "This way." He pointed his muzzle toward the buildings, then looked back at her. She could get up and follow him, or he would drag her across the snow with his teeth. No more dead people. He was getting tired of them, and he wasn't going to let her lie there in the snow, or jump into the water and never be seen again.