Meanwhile, Sam was on his feet in a defensive crouch, his gun drawn and ready, just in case. Seeing that the wolf was beginning to lose its balance, however, he lowered the weapon and took a step back, wincing at the stab of pain in his calf muscle.
He glanced down, keeping one eye on the animal as he inspected his pant leg. It was torn, and blood seeped out around the edges. "Crap."