He could feel the slowing pathos of her heart as it thudded dimly below their paw. For a moment, Remus was worried...but he couldn't worry too much. The wolf was bored now, it was allowed from it's box once every twenty-eight days and it couldn't even kill her. A low growl was made as the heart below him indicated that the woman had passed out, and that she was no longer the prey it needed nor the prey that it had craved beyond all semblence of reason.
Remus forced the muscles of the beast to stay firm against her, but his face turned away from the woman's form. There was no more need to taste that blood, the wolf had lost it's desire for it and Remus had no desire for it. He just hoped that Sirius had his toothbrush in order to remove what lingered along his gums once the change came.
Uncanny eyes moved over the form that questioned him, and he nodded once, and then his tongue swept against sharpened and elongated canines as he tried to remove the taste of her from his mouth. The moon had reached it's zenith, and her time had passed. There was nothing they could do now but way for the time of the wolf to be over and the time of the man to begin.