Snow is doing a...more or less all right job of covering their retreat, now, though it's hard going. She's still not that tall, or that big, and this new breed is tough, especially when her trusty stapler finally goes to pieces and she's left trying to beat them back with her bare hands, weaving through the growing mob as she does what she can to keep their attention.
She doesn't scream again, even when one of them bites off two of her fingers when she's careless with her left hand. Instead, it's when she swivels to knock it down that another catches her from behind and sends her to her knees, something the others are quick to take advantage of, and then she's struggling not to be torn apart by the horde. Young lupus are slow to adjust, and now she's kicking at maggot-filled bellies and clawing at empty eye sockets in furious silence.