There's a scream; Tim wouldn't have survived as long as he has if screams weren't able to be heard but put away into a soundproof box at the very back of his mind. To deal with later. But not right now. Right now Tim's ears are forward and he learns- he doesn't hear anything. Not from the man.
He tastes blood and it's warm and delicious.
His tongue presses hot against cloth and flesh. He breathes in the vanity of this man's fear and then-- along with Kate's shouts, raw and hurt, Tim feels pain. Just under his jaw. His teeth snap together, his mouth kicked, and Tim tastes his own blood now too. He would not have survived as long as he has if he couldn't ignore pain. Deal with it later.
Kate screams.
Tim growls around his mouthful of prey. He cannot sink his teeth in any deeper and he cannot let go of the leg, so Tim drives forward into the man's anger, incensed, four paws scrambling and scratching as he wills his back teeth to-- he doesn't know. Grow, maybe.
Something hits his head. His snout, particularly.
And Tim hears something else, ears on a swivel despite the thud-thud-thud of adrenaline that's become Him.
It's his mistake to have perked his ears.
The pain is electric.
Tim screams. He's not used to this.
His mouth is too-warm and dripping and he's panting hard, tongue lolling and red. And then-- Tim's not used to this.
Wynonna.
He scents her before he sees her because he doesn't see her. Doesn't have to. He knows she's there. He knows she's--
here to protect.
She's here for her Pack.
She's here to help.
His tail wags, low and yielding and relieved and twitchy.
He doesn't hear what she says. His head is swimming in black pain, all of it concentrated between his eyes since the gunshot rang out. But he knows
(The wolf gravitates to Kate-- to be between her and the Lieutenant.)
no subject
He tastes blood and it's warm and delicious.
His tongue presses hot against cloth and flesh. He breathes in the vanity of this man's fear and then-- along with Kate's shouts, raw and hurt, Tim feels pain. Just under his jaw. His teeth snap together, his mouth kicked, and Tim tastes his own blood now too. He would not have survived as long as he has if he couldn't ignore pain. Deal with it later.
Kate screams.
Tim growls around his mouthful of prey. He cannot sink his teeth in any deeper and he cannot let go of the leg, so Tim drives forward into the man's anger, incensed, four paws scrambling and scratching as he wills his back teeth to-- he doesn't know. Grow, maybe.
Something hits his head. His snout, particularly.
And Tim hears something else, ears on a swivel despite the thud-thud-thud of adrenaline that's become Him.
It's his mistake to have perked his ears.
The pain is electric.
Tim screams. He's not used to this.
His mouth is too-warm and dripping and he's panting hard, tongue lolling and red. And then-- Tim's not used to this.
Wynonna.
He scents her before he sees her because he doesn't see her. Doesn't have to. He knows she's there. He knows she's--
here to protect.
She's here for her Pack.
She's here to help.
His tail wags, low and yielding and relieved and twitchy.
He doesn't hear what she says. His head is swimming in black pain, all of it concentrated between his eyes since the gunshot rang out. But he knows
(The wolf gravitates to Kate-- to be between her and the Lieutenant.)
he knows
Wynonna had said
STAY AWAY
and he will keep Kate away from the evil.