Although the werewolf was in too much of a frenzied rage to recognize that the creature in front of him was a vampire and not a simple human, he was coherent enough to understand that the being didn't offer him the promise of a satiated bloodlust that others might. He also realized, however distantly, that he was strong and therefore refrained from attacking instantly.
Instead, the werewolf dropped into a slight crouch, lips drawing back in a viscious snarl. The rumble began low in his chest and rose out, past gleaming, saliva-coated fangs. His body shuddered once and he inhaled sharply through his nose and then he sprang.
Airborn, he crashed into Angel with all four paws on the vampire's chest, teeth snapping dangerously close to his neck as he dug his claws into his flesh and pushed off, reaching halfway up the stairs in that one leap. Another howl as he ran, full-speed, toward the exit and freedom, finally coming skidding into the lobby and quickly turning his yellow gaze toward the humans he could smell just across the small expanse of space.