The wolf-man finally went still. Struggling had gotten him no further to freedom and only caused more pain. Now, panting heavily the slimmer man was still, limp in Arn's hold. It was an old trick that was common among any smaller animal. Pretend to give up then fight all the more viciously when the guard of your attacker was dropped. Yet, that was not the case here. The two would find that the wolf-man truly had gone limp, not to deceive but rather from weakness. He had lost too much blood and fought too hard.

Brow eyes looked pleadingly at Gwendolyn as Arn tried to pry the man's mouth open. The jaw, that of a man's, refusing to budge as he twisted his head this way and that to avoid the larger man. His whines twisting almost to words of denial. "Nrrrr!" The wolf ears pinned back and the tail tucked as the wolf-man tried to look utterly pathetic. It was a very good picture to pull the heartstrings to be sure, but his leg was streaked with blood. The skin about his jaw pale as he whined hopelessly.