She gets just a moment of reprieve here. At her voice, the wolf pauses, head tilting to the side as if it's listening, as if it might understand the words she's saying. Oz's consciousness inside takes a breath of relief. 'That's right. Go to your cage. Go to sector six. Don't hurt her. Don't hurt her. She's a friend. Don't hurt her.' Deep down, he knows that he isn't helping at all. Normally it might help. But not today, he can feel it.
That slip of her glove, just a bare patch of skin has the wolf smelling even more of her. The sound of her heartbeat floods his ears. He can even hear the blood gushing through her veins. His ears twitch, listening to the call.