The wolf stopped and looked at the man. He was speaking directly to it, asking it a question. Before now, the wolf had not bothered speaking very much at all, not even when it was in it's human form. But in it's animal form? It'd never said a word.
It turned it's head and blinked slowly at the human male.
"I bit only one." It said, it's voice low and gravelly, unused. It spoke perfectly, unlike most of those that had been infected by what it had to offer. "It's not my fault what others did."
And it hadn't even really bitten her. It had snapped in her direction to warn her, and her flesh had gotten in the way. It was more of a graze than anything, really. But it was enough. Blood had been spilled by the bite. That's all that was needed.
The wolf looked at the gun pointed in it's direction. It knew the smell of gunpowder, though the zoo guards usually did their best with other things first. Things that put the wolf to sleep for a little while. But it did not think this man was looking to be nice.
Still, it wasn't afraid. It wanted to live, yes, but it just wasn't sure that the man was going to fire unprovoked like this.