"Oh, that's really damned!" As if saying damn once wasn't enough, I had to say it again: one of the wolves had leaped right onto our resident thief and rip out her jugular vein. That HAD to be painful, if not lethal. Blood sprayed a bit, but I looked above to focus on the wolf instead. I took a deep breath and flicked a knife in-between my fingers, not even taking position as I hastily did a quick throw at the thing. I nearly tripped up after that throw, the sound of shoes grinding against the floor of the cave. However, I was lucky enough to have that knife embed itself into the remaining wolf's leg, albeit at an odd angle. I was starting to get a hang of my new form, luckily enough.