That loud galloping sound? That's the wolf hot on her trail running swiftly on all fours to get at her. He easily moves with the direction change, even closing in a bit more. One big leap and he's knocking her down to the ground, claws scratching through her top into her back diagonally from shoulder to side.
He isn't immediately on her though. The scent of blood welling up from the scratches in her back makes his nostrils flare. From a couple of feet behind her, he rises up on his hind legs and howls his pleasure at the scent, at his catch. Celebrating before she's completely down for the count probably isn't the best decision.