Oh yes. The wolf was too be busy. They were to be busy. The blood that rolled onto the floor made them howl again, and the wolf fought the man who watched that severed vein from a far off distance. She mustn't die; it was all ruined if she died. The wolf darted forward, leaping against her hopping form so she ended up prone on the ground. The weight that had knocked her to the ground was quickly removed, and he started to circle her once more.
Darting movements followed. A quick rip of teeth to her shoulder, a longer one to the hand that had moved. Grazing of teeth, nothing fatal. Just pain and humliation, as he wound his way around her.