At the first scream, Coleman's in Sasha, swinging the hatch shut on the leash, and jamming the fuel feed open. This is against every regulation, against every wise word, against everything he's been taught. You [i]do not[/i] give an engine a head of steam unless you know damn well that you've put in the effort to clear the road ahead of it.

Unless.

Unless staying here is 100% guaranteed to be more dangerous than letting the engine run.

One brass-and-steel arm snakes out and grabs the wolf in a fireman's carry, and Sasha bellows a warcry.

Where to? Fuck if he knows. To, right now, is much less important than [i]away.[/i]

[Get Away, 2,2,+3: 7. Taking Wolf with.]