Fenrir fell back for a moment, the punch almost expected. Fight or flight, the simple law of the nature. Fenrir didn't move for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. The bloodlust only throbbed more in his veins as he lunged again for the doctor, snarling with rage as he did and pinning the poor man to the ground once more. Only now he didn't give the doctor time to move. He grabbed the doctor's bad arm and dug his fingers into the wound, putting his face inches away from his own, growling and dripping a mixture of his own saliva with the blood of his victim onto the doctor's face. He was toying with him, enjoying the foreplay of his meal. He was something new... he tasted new, smelled new, fought new. It was undeniable and unsatiable in his lust for flesh and blood.