Arn found the creature easy to subdue, but as he gripped the being the hunter found more than he expected. The furs were that of a wolf and they felt like they were melded with the skin, however, the body beneath was human. Taught and lean with the demands of survival but human nonetheless. The savage growls as the beast-man sought to twist free was a mix of panic, pain and rage. This attack, this entrapment was anything but welcome no matter the reason. The reason though was to help this man. For as Gwendolyn examined the leg, she too would find the bones were very much the same as a human's. Though she would see various scars and scratches from old wounds and new ones that could be accounted with falling, scrapping against trees and the general assortment you would pick up from crashing through a forest in a blind, staggering panic. The puncture wound from the arrow was painful looking and she would see the head of the arrow still within the man's leg. Any prodding of it would make the legs kick and struggle and Arn would be hard-pressed to hold a man, though not as tall as him, had the same brutish muscle beneath a lean body.